This is where we wander – Holga

Nomad   [noun]

a member of a people that travels from place to place to find fresh pasture for its animals and has no permanent home

a person who does not stay long in the same place; a wanderer

The Oxford Dictionary

This post has been such a long time coming for me. Since September 2010 I guess. That was when Dean and I packed up our home, boxed up all our belongings and shipped them to Australia where they have stayed in those boxes ever since. That was when we got on a plane and started the first stage of an epic few years of nomadic existence. Now we travel to where we want to be and we set up a base for a while before we move on some more. We have two ‘homes’ and they are countries. England and Australia. We share our time in these two places, in between a bit of travel here and there.

We do love it. Every now and then I have a little melt down. I look at my belongings all boxed up and I long for the day I will have a home to fill with my precious items. A dog lover, I see someone walking their dog on the beach and it can reduce me to soppy tears. I cannot wait to head to the pound one day to bring home my own dog (or maybe two).  I long for the day pets can travel with us on aeroplanes with a little passport. For a day when there is no such thing as quarantine. I doubt it will ever come, but I can dream.

But until then, we are embracing every opportunity in life to see the world. To live where we want. We have lots of plans Dean and I, and we always have something to look forward to. We always have lived like that. A trip here or there always being planned. Even if it’s just a  little road trip down the road to see something new for the day.

Last year we took some time off work and we travelled. We spent half the year exploring new places.

We started in California. In San Francisco. We walked 30 kilometres through the city over the course of a few days and we fell in love with it. It’s people, hills and history.  We road tripped Highway 1 to Los Angeles. We spent nine days travelling the Californian coast in Mooksie. Our camper van. We explored California and we loved it.

Then we travelled across the border to Mexico where we travelled from North to South. We climbed Myan pyramids, learned about a history we knew nothing about and were drawn into the colour and vibrancy of Mexican life. We discovered a country rich in culture and heritage.

We had a little holiday and spent time on the charming island of Caye Caulker, eating fresh seafood and diving the beautiful barrier reef in Belize.

Then we went home.

My home.

Africa.

We spent 72 days on the road travelling from Nairobi to Cape Town and had one of the most life changing experiences we could. We lived and breathed Africa, in all its essence. We met amazing people, saw the animals that make my heart pound and I fell in love with my home all over again.

It was in Rwanda that we walked the forests to sit with a family of Mountain Gorillas . A life changing experience. One I will never forget. I blogged along the way of our Africa trip and you can see what we saw  herehere and here. Oh and and the mountain gorillas? I wrote about it here.

This morning I had a bit of a moment. A realisation that I really do have no home but the truth is, I do. I have one in so many places. Africa has my heart and it will forever be where I am from. Yes it’s a huge continent but any one who was born, who has travelled there just knows how small it can feel. How at home you feel no matter where you are. England is where my family is and Australia is where my home will one day be.

The reality of a nomadic existence is that we move from place to place and we travel with what we need. Running a business means I have to be super organised, but it works and I love it. This year we are headed back to London in May… and from there a short stint in France before coming back to Aus again in November. All the while I will be working and will be shooting weddings all over the UK. I feel very fortunate that I can do this and we are thankful every day.

Dean and I will carry on making little plans. Seeing what we can see and experiencing as much newness that we can. And Holga will come along for the ride each time! My full Holga galleries can be found in the Personal pages of my blog if you would like to see more.