The desire for endless travel.
The inability to call one place home for any great length of time.
The chronology of how I have now come to reside in Sydney’s eastern suburbs will no doubt form the basis of another blog to come – or perhaps one day a book. Only one month ago whilst on holiday here I boldly declared that I would never live here…
And yet here I am, now ponderously gazing across the tops of the sandy dunes of the beach adjacent, absorbing the boundless energy from the multitude of travelers passing by.
Such a change for me was simply a matter of time. London’s lure would not triumph on this occasion; those pages in the chapters preceding have now surely been filled to capacity.
This challenge is something far different; something I so desperately needed; to flee the monotonous drones of normality’s suffocating expectations.
And so let the new adventures begin.
Beaches, Bibles, Beers and Babes.