Photo Copyright Carla Coulson
Where do you call home? I have thought about the concept of home all these years that I have been kicking around Europe.
Each time I pull up in a new Italian town or walk up beautiful stone steps on a new Greek Island I ask myself ‘will this be my home’?
Then there are moments I forget about it, live in the moment and that’s all that matters.
The question has popped up again as I am about to leave for Australia.
You all know about the calm before the storm but do you know the phenomena called ‘the calm after the storm’!
That is exactly where I am right now. The eye of the storm has moved, the tornado has passed, the debris has been cleaned up and I am almost ready to get on the plane.
The past two months have been the busiest two months of my life, lots of great photography, writing two workshops and preparing two presentations and finishing a book. I have worked 7 days a week for as long as I can remember and now its all done, my bags are packed, the house is quiet, my kitty is on my lap and I am an emotional wreck.
I know this phase well, it always happens when I go home. It is almost two years since I last was in Australia and the comings and goings to Australia are always joyful and painful. There is always someone I can’t wait to see and someone I am leaving behind.
Yesterday I was on the metro, an old man got on with a piano accordian and started playing a Christmas tune. Within seconds I had tears streaming down my face, blubbering about leaving Francesco, Avedon (kitty) and the nostalgia of not having seen my parents and family for so long.
I long ago learnt that home can be anywhere in the world, for me it is a spiritual place and as long as the people I love are with me that is my home.
So my dear cyber friends I will be tuning in from Australia (my other home) shortly and can’t wait to share my adventures with you from the other side of the world.
“Home is not where you live, but where they understand you”. Chistian Morganstern
All my love