My experiences with change and foreignness were met with trepidation; trauma with jagged edges, questions asked and answered without sugarcoating.

I feel cradled between the ink blue vastness, the soft white sand and an emerald maze. Sweet eucalyptus and crickets in the morning.

Through the chaos and seasons, expressions of surprise and frustration have carved gentle curves into my face.

We’re soaked in saltwater the short drive home, our hearts content.

Sometimes, we worry things will never be as good as they are now, but that's not true.

I guess I have to breathe deep and realise no matter where or what im so homesick for—home is here, too, and I have to in part be grateful for that.