The hardest thing about moving around a lot are the constant goodbyes.
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Saying goodbye to the forests and the trees. Saying goodbye to the mountains and the changing seasons.
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Saying goodbye to friends and my loved ones. Saying goodbye to a house I've made my temporary home.
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I make home wherever I land. I always unpack my bags and set up my space. I conjure up an energetic container that holds me, that creates a sacred nest to call home. A space that tethers me.
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Whether that is a tent, an airbnb, a hotel room or someone's home. It's my magical reset base-camp that settles my being whenever I enter it.
I've done this since I was a child. A slow wanderer, where my safe home-nest is vital. My spirit animal may just be a turtle.
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With travelling comes many goodbyes to these spaces and beings, and sometimes it is heart breaking to let go.
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It can become tiring from the constant cutting of ties to a place or a person, or to a view of the ocean that I could drink in forever.
Peeling myself away, because life moves on.
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But with the goodbyes there is the duality of many hellos. New horizons for my eyes to drink in, new experiences to yet unfold, and many new spaces to call home.
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The contrast of the two create a deep appreciation of life and the many experiences to be had.
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As much as it is sometimes heartbreaking to say goodbye, it is also heartwarming and ever-expansive to say hello.
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But soon it is goodbye to my soul home that is the Pacific Northwest.
And with that comes a heavy heart for now.
Shot on film by my love @jameslooker