The Life of a Travelling Artist

And then one day, I turned 30. I looked at myself and what I had become as all the stories of my life melted together and trailed off into the past... and suddenly the cogs began to turn at a different frequency and the vibration of my being shifted into a new paradigm of creating… and the story changed forever. Again. 

I have been a solo traveller for 12 years, and I have been travelling and living in various places around the world for nearly that whole time. I have spent 2 years maximum in any one place and built an enriching life in four different continents. I speak 2.5 languages and can recognise universalities of emotion enough to play my cards right just about anywhere I go. This wasn’t the plan of course, but life happens as it happens in its own unexpected perfect way.

As a traveller, the most common question that one is asked is “where are you from?”. This simple question once-upon-a-time had a simple answer - but as the years passed, the complexity of my answer deepened, to the point where this question became exhausting.  A constant reminder of all the places I had come from, and communities I had loved and left.  A long interesting story of travel that overlooked the "why's", and misrepresented the person that yearned to find her place in this world. Based in Israel for three years whilst i performed in Festivals around Europe during the summers, gave me a taste of settled life within a world i loved, and flying away was nothing short of devastating.
The fleeting faces and friendships paled in comparison to the experience and community I had become a part of in Israel - and when I left, I learnt what I wanted most of all in life: A home in the nature, a family, and art. But time and place remain the common issue... and so my story continued, this time under the guise of searching for a home, I travelled up and down the east coast of Australia for a year, until I fell in love, tried to make Sydney my 'home' and after only one year, closed the doors on my less than happy existence playing the Sydney game. Needless to say, there was only one thing for me to do - I yanked myself out of my cosy cave and flew back over the waters of dreams, head first into my international life again. 

Since then, life has been nothing short of incredible each step of the way. In full flow of creating and becoming and expanding and sharing... not a day passes that I don't wake up saying thank you for all my blessings. Infinite stories to share of the most miraculous nature flood my existence... The once dreaded question, “Where are you from?” is impossible to avoid, but my clarity to have consciously chosen this path - to be on the road again living out of a bag (albeit on wheels rather than on my back, hallelujah!)  -  has me embrace my answer with a new found appreciation of my own story - the more I tell it, the more unbelievably awesome I realise it has been - and continues to be! It is in the wonder and awe of the eyes that look at me, combined with my four years of anthropological training, and 12 years of accumulated travel, that i am able to see myself through the people I meet around the world, and recognise the importance of sharing my story. To my family and friends around the globe, to all my new readers out there and to the peeps who might not be listening but have helped me become ME.. .   THANK YOU & I LOVE YOU.  Stay posted xx

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