Settling Down?

Crossing the river back to camp. Evening surf session living on an empty Central American island. 

I write about a lot of things. Sometimes it's travels, lately it's been work projects. But today I'm going to talk about this really tough thing called coming home. I get asked a lot what the hardest part about years of solo travel is. Most people think it would be living out of a bag, loneliness or financial stress... but the truth is it's none of the above. Instead it's this tricky little thing called adjusting to structured life again.

Coming home it's lovely seeing all my friends and family, it's the best part, but I've become accustomed to a very different every day life. There's a lot of adventure. A lot of solitude. It's new places, people, waves, freedom, and of course at times hard work. That one follows you everywhere. Luckily Perth is an unreal, beautiful place to live which makes things easier. Still, it's a strange thing going to classes all week, coming home, doing the dishes, cooking dinner, paying my bills, going to work.... I feel like a little ant sometimes driving around the city. While it is great to be using my brain and learning new things,  I can't help but count down the days until I'm packing my bags again, with that incredible feeling of not really knowing what's going to happen.

Here's a few pictures from the past year that remind me of what keeps me going. I get asked a lot when I plan to pick a place to settle. The answer is I already am. I'm settled everywhere I go :)

Surf bound in the desert, Northern Peru

Portable beachfront office, can't forget the ukulele!

Life in a suitcase. And a board bag. Oh and don't forget the guitar and the camera gear.

Working hard again in the portable office

Pure. Joy.