travel

Whatever it was I hated about Susie is long forgotten. The thought of Mum’s infamous stew (cooked on a budget and in a hurry) still turns my stomach but I’ve learned to make a fabulous casserole (stew by another name). As for eucalyptus trees—I ache for the swish of their grey-green leaves, sunlight on their twisted trunks, the bright and indescribably emotive smell of eucalyptus that makes my eyes brim over with homesickness.

I’ve lived the majority of my adult life abroad. I play a game in my head as I go about my daily life: where would my younger self think I am? Could I guess—from the light, the trees, the street signs, the accents, the architecture—where life has taken me? I don’t think I could.

Beautiful Barbados, where I’ve landed for a few years, is an exquisite detour on the long journey home. As a traveller, I’m curious and hungry for adventure. Life has afforded me more opportunities to explore the world than I ever imagined.

Yet while I keep journeying and writing about my travels, I look forward to the time when the southern stars shine overhead at night, when my garden is fragrant with the scent of eucalyptus trees. When at last I am home.

thepapergirl – Life’s a journey

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