i close my eyes and all i can see are green-grey eucalypt leaves and golden sandstone cliffs. i dream of them, and my heart sings. learning to stand still again only to hop on a plane this evening. life is all topsy turvy and i feel like maybe i’m learning to be upside down, always leaving somewhere, always wanting to stay here, always wanting to go. perhaps they don’t call home ‘down under’ for nothing. is home a place or a feeling?
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