home.

2013 was weird. 

I thought I would live in Australia forever, the bottom fell out of my world when I was told I had to leave.

I saw my career crumbling apart, friendships torn apart. Returning home seemed to me the worst failure. 

I felt the world had ended when I came home to the island. I genuinely felt hurt. I was bruised.

But it got better. Certainly not quickly, but life did get better. I rekindled friendships long neglected since I left home 6 years ago, I saw this beautiful island through different eyes, I stopped whining about the cold (well, kind of.) and we had a warm summer - and most importantly, I realised that I needed a drastic life change to allow me to prioritise my career. 

Through a strong and generous circle of friends, I met Spud and Maree. Within 2 months they had offered to clean out a tiny woodshed and turn it into my studio. Grateful, thankful, it doesn't cover it, it doesn't even come near. They gave me a sanctuary, they sent me a lifeboat. 

This is where I'm supposed to be, now. 

I'm happy to be home.

Thank you dear followers for cheering me on - happy 2014 to you! x