Home will always be a three bed house in North Yorkshire with four border terriers and a wild garden that now houses five ducks. The reason my parents bought the house was because it looked like the houses my Mum used to draw as a child (You know, 4 windows, door in the middle, chimney?). It lies in a tiny village in North Yorkshire where everyone knows everyone and for some reason there are two pubs but nowhere you can buy milk from if you run out.
The house where I grew up isn’t the only place I’ve called home though.
There’s the shared apartment in Perth, WA. We had two housemates (one Korean, one English) and a sun trap balcony where we would sit drinking Somersby Cider on a nice day. There was the gym and pool that we swore we would use and get buff – Spoiler alert, we didn’t. It was perfect though. Perth is surrounded by national parks and get’s the most sunshine hours out of anywhere in Australia. You’re never more than ten minutes from the beach, all of which are beautiful with white sand and zero litter. Road trips are a must do there.
There was the shitty Sydney hostel that I called home for 3 months and tbh, I’m trying hard to forget it. Constantly cold, annoying room mates, smelly room mates, flying cockroaches and moths the size of my hand. Dirty bathrooms and cold showers…But it was a short 15 minute bus journey into the centre of Sydney, one of the coolest places I’ve ever lived.The iconic opera house, markets galore and $2.50 public transport travel on Sundays which was ideal for exploring. Maybe Sydney wasn’t all bad I guess.
Then there was the place I only stayed for a couple of weeks, maybe only a few days. The room on Gili T with a private pool, the best hostel we had ever stayed in at Port Lincoln, a guesthouse in Chiang Mai which belonged the most wonderful owner,a mountain cabin in Pai where you were overwhelmed with a feeling of peace, a bungalow on Koh Tao where we spent lazy days on the beach…They weren’t home for long but they were home in the moment – Rucksacks emptied all over the floor and a bathroom littered with make up.
Thirteen months of travel and now I’m back where I belong, in North Yorkshire.
It’s good to be home.
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