My home is comfort.
My home is where I relax the most.
My Husband, our Grandies, the sound of the birds, the smell of eucalyptus in the air, my big comfy chair downstairs with its companion the quilt and my beloved studio and there is always vegemite on toast.
These are my everyday things.
But at times with my work I’ve found myself out of my comfort zone. I drove through the French alps in a car with gears driving on the other side of the road and a lost GPS signal. I got kidnapped in Haiti with my husband, had a minor plane crash when the tyres blew on the plane on take off. We’ve walked through the slums of Bangkok, Sri Lanka, India and Africa.
And these things we just had to do.
You need to spend time in another country or in an environment that is foreign to you to grow. To know yourself, to actually like yourself and to appreciate life.
I know its not always possible for everyone to travel , but then again, you could just go to the end of the road and see what’s through the gate.