Ain’t no place like home

“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” – Nelson Mandela

The definition of home has now changed for me, where as home to some may be the house they grew up in that their parents still live in, or maybe the city they grew up in…as I sit here reflecting on what has just happened in the last year, I learned how to make a situation my home in a very short amount of time. I was assumed a few times (I imagine because of my big beard) to be homeless, my response being I am not homeless, I am home free. Free to make the world my home, to have a home here and then the next day my home there. I admit there is a warm feeling of familiarity as I come back into New Zealand though, I enjoy and soak in this feeling.

For sure arriving back into Auckland airport in New Zealand was a strange thing after being away in the other hemisphere for nine months. The vibe was light, and strangers around you made jokes and conversation as if you were family. Also taking me a day or so for my ear to adjust to the accent as I had not met many Kiwi’s on my travels. 

Sleeping on a friends couch, thinking about where to from here…working, training and catching up with friends over a coffee just as I was before I left. Another two months and it will be nice and warm for our christmas. It still blows my mind how quick a year is rolling around…and how quick the now becomes a memory. 

I’m not quite ready to be living in memory just yet, I have no reason to. Its time to go out and make them while you can. I have questions to be answered, how far can I push myself?…how lost can I actually get?. The questions will evolve the more I search I’m sure but I wont be able to see anything if I have my eyes closed.

What are your questions? where are your eyes right now?. 

12 thoughts on “Ain’t no place like home

      1. generally, we were away from our home port, six months. This happened about every other year. There were smaller training cruises of a month away, and often several weeks of away on Monday and back on Fridays. That was 2 decades ago!


  1. Welcome home. Questions? What did you find that so right with the rest of the world? What was so wrong? How do those things relate or reflect on NZ?
    Personally my eyes are on new changes and transitions, but never miss an opportunity to reflect. Reckon you gonna give yourself my chance for that bro?


  2. Having come off this “world tour,” are there any thoughts to penning what you saw, experienced; liked and disliked; etc., etc. into a nice book (even if just a picture book)? And being home now, what has your travels made you appreciate about home, and long for on the open roads of the world?


  3. Strangely my year has been taken up re-homing myself. I moved my daughter into her first home, many states away from where she grew up. Then I sold my home, bought another in a totally different lifestyle environment, packed up and moved. We are immediately renovating this massive house so life is a bit in flux but surreal at the same time. I never thought I’d put down roots this deep. It’s a bit like living in a novel, as I’m Sure you feel sometimes. It’s good to know you’re back in NZ and safe. The worlds a crazy place right now. Good to hear from you.


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