Somewhere Out There

I have reached saturation point. I had the most amazing day, seeing sights of profound wonder and beauty in Milford Sound. I also am exhausted from leaving another amazing place, sitting on a bus for 8+ hours, and getting ready to jump on another 8 hour bus tomorrow. I found the perfect ride to my next farm, and my Amazingly supportive and welcoming friend Liz has settled our travel plans in Australia. Everything is so good, and I am so thankful - I could also burst into tears at any moment - but in a good way, sort of. I've been journaling like a madwoman, and (warning, new-age hippy talking about to reach monumental proportions) having so many great moments of  insight, and this trip keeps blossoming like some mad 73 petaled flower - between my moments of happiness and deja vu, I'm absolutely certain I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing. In the balancing act of life, that is coupled with a clawing emotional wrench of longing for my home, my family, my bed to crawl into. In short, everything, all the time. I know this is borderline insane, but don't worry, I'm keeping it together, I just needed to write about the fact that I feel so full of all the good and all the rest - I am living. I am living my life.