It's nearly 2 O' Clock in the morning and I am waiting for my laundry to dry. Getting ready to leave ChristChurch tomorrow, going southwards to Dunedin. Still no idea where we'll be going, no plans ahead... It's strange having no idea what the next day will bring. Exhillerating as always, but exhausting at the same time. It's strange knowing that any of these places could be home, but none of them are yet, my home is my backpack, and It's a bit cramped in there. Luckly I carry with me my condo lodge, squishy blankets, and a down matress. I bring with me everything including the kitchen sink (and stove), and of course a photography studio. I've met so many people along the way, and I'm always hoping I can share these memories with those I've come to know best.
So much has happened over the last 1o months, and its a bit sad knowing that there is no one person who shares so much of this with me. Everything that has happened will be a memory I share alone- although we always speak of meeting with all our old friends, there are very few we actually manage to keep up with. The difficult part about traveling in this way is that you never really do get to know one person, its a constant of meeting new people every day. Don't get me wrong, I've certainly met some incredible people, but I am ready to have a home.
Maybe a nice beach somewhere?
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