Home again.
The saddest part of travelling is coming home.
I’ve spent large chunks of my life travelling, I’ve seen so much of this planet and have a burning need to see more. I continue to travel and will continue to travel till my body wont let me anymore.
The thing I value the most is the perspective it gives me.
I know I am rich, I know I am lucky, I know that I am safe, I’m healthy and happy.
When I’m home I don’t feel these things, but when I’m gone I know I am.
Since I’ve been back, I’ve been bombarded with “I am struggling to pay the mortgage, what am I going to do Ned?”.
“Get a smaller house or sell-up and rent” says Ned.
Oh dear. How do I teach people perspective?
Ned climbed inside this pyramid, Indiana Jones style.
Ned really doesn’t care if you can pay your mortgage or not, you know you have a job, you know you wont ever be homeless. Do you really need a 4 bedroom house when their are only 3 of you?
Ned peered into a little tiny hole at the base of the Step Pyramid at Saqqara and saw this looking back at her
Is the size of your house that important, really, truly, is it?
