Dec 23 at 7:42 PM
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Where's Home for a Barefoot Nomad?
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Where is home?
Is it a specific place? The house you grew up in? The room you keep your most treasured possessions? Is it a circle of friends and family? A group of people that support and give you strength? Is it a country? Lines drawn on a map, forged by treaties and wars and negotiations? |
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Once,
home was what I knew, what was familiar, what was nearby. It was a
place of comfort and security. Back then the outside world was unknown,
full of places I hadn't seen and unfamiliar people.
We've been on the road, off and on, for over ten years now. First as a
couple hanging out in dodgy hostels and hanging off the back of tuk-tuks
in Thailand, and now as a family with two little travelers leading the
charge.
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All those years have left an imprint: Home is a mosaic; a collection of places and people, tastes and sounds.
Home is our one room bamboo hut overlooking the beach in Ko Lanta, Thailand.
Home is putting up our feet on the balcony overlooking our private waterfall in Bukit Lawang, Indonesia.
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