Landananda (Straya)

G'day mate! No one really say that, contrary to stereotype. Well, I wake up almost every morning disoriented. It's been over 12 weeks and up until now, it still doesn't sync that I am somewhere else. I have moved three times in such short time: packing, unpacking, organising then later start packing them again. Things happen for a reason, and in one day it did happen all at once: lost a space in the city, checked out a car-- the following day, totally left the city and drove back to the hills with a fancy-featured car I bought with my savings. That day, it felt like the universe granted what I wanted. They made things bad, but it was still in favour with me.

I had a weird feeling that it was my last day in that room, and it was.
 

That afternoon, I am back home. Without nothing, but I knew I was somewhere safe.

The following day, I just have half of my things on the other car and the other half on my new car.

I used to rule the world, but now I'm the man who can't be moved. I now live with my parents, back in the beautiful Adelaide hills. I love it, I learned to love it. I used to hate the fact that it's so isolated and your neighbours are the iconic Australian wildlife; but now I enjoy the cold nights that it blows that numbs my body-- I like the feeling. I love the wide night sky with the infinity of diamonds in the sky. The narrow and windy roads that I drive that feels like a video game everyday. Our minimalist, modern abode. The serene view from our spacious lounge. Mum in the bright kitchen, making random meals for the day. I love the fact that I have somewhere I can call home, to go back home. Not a temporary place where I have to think how to pay off the weekly rental. This time, I can go anywhere and I know I have somewhere to come back. I longed for it whilst I was co-existing with the dwellers and workers of that elegant capital.

Casually seeing these icons

Finding a place to come back gives you the right to wander. It's a feeling of security that there's always somewhere to retreat when things go wrong. I love Adelaide hills, because it is my home. I love my life, I love my family, I love the nature. It's all here.

It's peaceful and you just live here. No scorching heat from the concrete slabs, no body heat from stressful minds, no noise from rushing cars. Beauty is on it's simplest, and it's only when you learn to appreciate the simplest things, is you can appreciate life.