Feeling weird and a bit depressed. For the most part I feel I have recovered since the fire incident at Kumbali but sometimes I get down and feel so lost.  One of the things that gets to me the most is not having my own base. I used to love my house of huts up on the hill so much and would spend lots of spare time fixing it up and making it cute. My veggie patch was also my place to go an unwind and go to when I felt a bit stressed out. Not having somewhere to garden gets a me a bit down too.

So now it’s gone and I sometimes feel a bit homeless, like a drifter. Don’t get me wrong I have been blessed with people taking me in and that since the fire but it get’s hard when you are always a guest. Especially when you are a bit of an odd ball like myself and a borderline control freak. You also always wonder whether you are outstaying your welcome and find it hard to relax sometimes.

For the most part I love being abroad, travelling and living a semi nomadic lifestyle but sometimes you just want to feel at home. I’m not quit Dorothy yet but sometimes I just wanna go home…