Home

When I left for the Americas two months ago, I didn’t have a home to return to.
I had friends who’ve become family, a job I love, and a gorgeous corner of Australia that I knew I’d head back to – but I didn’t have a bed waiting for me, or my favourite shampoo and conditioner combo in the shower, or my clothes hanging in a wardrobe.

I had moved out the day I left Byron Bay; my few belongings boxed up in a shed, motorcycle being looked after by my sister, and no return address for when I would would touch down five weeks later.

But I wasn’t worried.

As a general rule, I don’t tend to worry too much. Besides, I knew of a few spots available in share-houses around the area. I wouldn’t be sleeping outside when I returned… I might just technically be homeless for a bit.

But I was right not to worry.
And I wouldn’t be homeless.

A message popped up in my inbox the day I arrived in Santa Monica: it was an invitation for a place to call my own. Friends had bought a caravan earlier this year and spent time (and money) gutting it out and renovating from a shell, with a plan to rent it out as an Airbnb place over the summer.

They did a phenomenal job – complete with queen bed, an oven and gas stovetop, fridge, sink, air-con, wifi, beautiful raw wooden finishes and a desk that looks through a window westward out through trees, over rolling hills and meadows and one can watch the sun set of an evening.
The only catch is that the bathroom and laundry are in their house, at the bottom of a short brick path that winds by the current overgrown garden/soon to be veggie patch.

They mulled it over and prayed it through, and generously offered for me to be that one who can watch the sun set over the hills and listen to the rain patter on the corrugated roof of the carport where the caravan lives.

I adore it here. Seriously. I am living in a dream; it’s that good.
This is my absolute best scenario, and a better set-up than I could have imagined: living solo in a tiny glorious home, with souls I love just metres away, ready for a tea and a chat or to share dinner any time I feel inclined.
I’m yet to pinch myself to check if it is indeed reality I’m in, but I don’t think I’m far off it.

img_7775

These three: Loz, Jake and Solomon Smith ❤️🧡💛 Life is so much fuller now I get to share it with them!

And so here I am. I’ve found my home.

For now, at least.

Any one who knows me knows I have the heart of an adventurer. Whilst I have one sister about to begin her studies to become a doctor and another who just landed the lead role in a musical production – which she was born to do, good on you girl! – I almost always have a flight booked for somewhere, ready to explore new places and search out my next quest, but don’t have much vision beyond that.

One of the biggest contentions within myself is the worry that I’m not enough. I wrote about it in one of my recent posts: the doubt that maybe I don’t have it all together. Maybe I need a ‘proper’ career, or to work towards owning a house. I mean, heading towards thirty, shouldn’t I be married already? Settled down? Have a degree behind me or a five year plan?

I don’t really tick any of those boxes that the world tells us is necessary to be ‘successful’ in life.
But I am completely satisfied and happy with the life I have lived – am living – and sadly, that’s more than a lot of others in that ‘successful’ category can say.

So onwards I go, prancing down the path that has led me here, and will lead me on to many an adventure yet.
Many an adventure soon.

I have an address now. I have my shampoo and conditioner in the shower. My clothes are folded and stacked in the shelves under my bed (no space for a wardrobe in this caravan!). I have a home.

I also have a dream.

That adventurous heart of mine has caught wind of a new path to conquer:
Literally.

Inspired by three year old google searches still saved in my phone and spurred on by walking the Camino de Santiago just over a year ago, I have my sights set on a new journey to undertake in 2018.

The next few months will see me work hard, save harder, research, plan, prepare, budget, gather, and research some more.

The degree and career and house can wait.

Stay tuned, world:
I’m going for another walk.

Pacific-Coast-Trail-Feature

Obviously, this is not me. But if all goes to plan, it will be shortly. Photo credit: Alasdair Fowler

 

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Home

  1. bronty says:

    Who are you kidding that you “don’t have it all together” Joy?? You ABSOLUTLEY have it all and then some! What I would do to have had HALF your confidence and spirit and faith, from such a young age! Your life is a constant adventure and you have so much more to discover! Like I’ve told you before, Mr Perfect will find YOU when the time is right! Marriage, mortgages and bambino’s can wait! Live, love and laugh your way around the world beautiful girl! Can’t wait to hear about your next journey that you are planning!
    Lots of love
    ❤️❤️❤️

    Like

    • Naomi Joy says:

      I think I just put on a good show 😉😉
      Yeah with Mr Perfect, he’ll have to search hard – I don’t exactly make it easy for anyone to find me in one spot for long haha ❤️ Certainly jam-packing in the experiences and memory making in these years of singleness while I can!

      Like

A Thought of Your Own?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s