If it wasn't for my love of adventure and what lies beyond the next corner, I might not be who I am today.
My desire to explore and discover has had a profound impact on my identity.
Back in the mid 90's a romantic encounter led to 10 years of living in France, where I experienced major milestones.
Love, marriage, buying a house, losing everything, giving birth to twins, friendship, divorce and immersion in the culture and language, transformed me into a française de cœur. I never realised to what degree until I returned to Australia.
People ask why here? Why there? Where do I prefer to be? Honestly, if I knew perhaps I wouldn't keep roaming! It's impossible to compare. Every place I've been to offers something incredible. Human nature determines that I'm not always satisfied and yet it is the simplicity of a place/lieu that speaks the loudest and the people who become a part of our lives that we miss the most. Each place I've lived in has left an imprint and represents a chapter in my life.
I wonder if it's the place that chooses us?
I often question this process of uprooting myself, especially when everything is dandy.
I may not be lost, but I am definitely living the mixed blessing (or curse) of being torn between two places, of yearning to wander near and far, of wondering what life is like in other places.
Now, after years of umming and ahhing, my gypsy feet have brought us back to France.
Life never ceases to amaze me.
For me, it seems there is not much difference between wondering and wandering. It has always helped me find inspiration. Creative dabbling is good for the soul, I couldn't imagine life without it and often surprise myself by what I come up with.