I love living in Australia, and I reflect on this every single day I’m here. I think in many ways you have to be an expat living here to be able to fully understand and/or appreciate the beauty of this place. Recently, I found that I kept running into this British born guy from my work every time I went to the park for a walk on my lunch break. Like me, he would marvel at the sky, at the trees, at the ground, watching the mild and subtle seasons change from summer to autumn, to winter, and to spring again. Like me, he would fill up his batteries with the sensational colours of tropical flowers, gumtrees and that bright, blue sky, before heading back to work for the second half of the day. And that’s my absolute favorite thing about this place; no matter how hard things get, there’s always that bright, blue sky waiting for you whenever you need a break from it all.
A part of me set root here before I even knew it myself. I now feel deeply connected and bound to this place, and every time I see something beautiful, like a sunset in Byron Bay, or the Margaret River wine region in WA, it feels like I’m seeing it all for the first time again, and the experience is both visually and emotionally as beautiful as it could ever be. This is a place of great mystery and complex stories, it’s a place that makes you wonder about your own existence, every day, because you wonder how you got to be here, in the world, and access all of this for free. It’s a planet of its own, a breathing and living organism, far way from a noisy and political Europe. It’s a quiet place in the world, even when it’s loud, and I am so grateful this Norwegian gal was able to find her way here some 11 years ago……….