Last week I shared a beautiful photo on my Facebook page. It was taken from the International Space station and shows the shining lakes, spine of mountains and endless green of the south island of new Zealand. I shared it with the caption: ‘home’. My best friend in Cairns responded that NO – my home is Cairns, not New Zealand!
I knew what she meant, of course. But it got me thinking how my idea of what and where home is has changed and evolved over my life as my world has slowly expanded. Aged 18, leaving home for University felt like the biggest leap in the world. Nowadays I pack up my things for a new country on a seemingly annual basis, and each time I do I carve out a new home.