The last two weeks I’ve been more sick than for years, sick enough to need a week off work. It’s been a frustrating time as I haven’t been able to get out and do the usual stuff but it’s also been a time for reflection. Coincidentally at the same time I’ve made contact with someone who has reminded me of what I came back to Tasmania for. Until now it never occurred to me how over the last 5 years I lost track of so many things that mattered so much to me as new experiences filled the seemingly empty spaces. Its all a bit crazy really when I’ve spent the last 18 months convinced that the reason I came back here was to part of this place again, and here I am, walking around with my eyes half closed, spending far much time lost in thoughts of places far away. In some ways I’ve become the person I used to complain about.
It’s all quite an epiphany really, but its given me a sense of purpose I haven’t felt for a long time now. This is my Tasmania, and I’m not just going to be an observer anymore.