They say home is where the heart is, I think home is where the comfort is, where things don’t change and all appears to be what it is and everything is the same but the temperature (good old Australia with its year long summers!). Which is probably why since my late teens I would most certainly call myself a indoors person. I just didn’t want to sweat or have to deal with crocodiles or snakes. But now that I’m a little older and find myself living in one of the busiest cities in the world, I can’t help but search more and more to find something less manmade, something authentic and something that ignites a memory of when things just felt simpler. Which usually ends up with me somewhere outdoors in either some elaborate remote destination in the wilderness or just a humble walled garden. The touch of grass and sounds of bees just opens the floors gates for memories of being a child and running through fields with horses to flood in. And when the world seems like such a scarier place (forget snakes and crocodiles) it’s comforting to know that even if you physically can’t go home, you can always delve into the memories of it.
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