Home.

Lately, I often find myself wondering why it is that we can’t live like nomads. 
Wander from place to place, with no citizenship or passport. No titles. I feel that destitution exists there which we allow ourselves to be trapped by. Living solitary lives, rather than branching out and away from that which we are familiar with. Gypsies are shunned in most societies for their lack of normative behaviours; but it is they that I envy, as their capacity to move and live freely is both rare and courageous.

Some days, I want to be a gypsy.

It is exactly one month since I left Fiji. Coming home has been more than an end to a semester abroad for me... it has meant leaving behind a life that I deem preferable. North America has too long been regarded as the ultimate destination for provisions and the achievements of hopes and dreams. This incorrect assessment of a place which I "should" feel fortunate to be living has become more clear than ever upon my return.

Over the years, I have made all sorts of plans for life after the completion of my Bachelor’s Degree, and yet as I approach its completion I am learning that plan-making is futile, as we have absolutely no idea where our paths will lead to. 

All I can hope is that someday I will find myself back on the sands of the South Pacific, where I was happier than I’ve been in all my life.

Vinaka vakalevu for caring to keep tabs on me during the last few months... until next time, xoxo.