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Where you're not just grazing the surface/scene (the look, the restaurants, people-watching...) even with great appreciation, but feel a big "oh thank god" when you arrive at it, want to strip off your clothes and hug your bed, kiss the sand, literally lie down and hug the land.

From LA to Europe to NT, so many places expand me, provide me with contrast, put me in a kind of mood unique to the place! LA for example... hellishly dry, relentlessly fine weather, that flatness and haze...it does things to me, but beyond a certain point I feel lost there.

Having personal practices and rituals (daily ones - the morning sadhana, eating basically the exact same breakfast anywhere in the world), anchoring to natural cycles (moon, solstice, equinox)...Those things make me home in my body and my day no matter where I am physically unfolding. As I get older and conclude a massive exploratory phase, it's also feeling good to build a home, an altar, choose the rug, buy those linen sheets.

I had a note on my wall for a long time that said "Choosing". I still don't know if there's a correct answer, to just choosing a location / being able to make a *choice*, vs. spending a far longer time to truly taste, run through your body, the multiple possibilities and become *resolved*.

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Hello lovely -- Oops I accidentally deleted this comment. Try again. Your post post - Polyamorous, but for places - was an interesting one. I felt called to share many things after it, but didn’t know where to start. Feeling that my own post on trying to capture my journey with “Home” is the best place to start if you haven’t read it yet. It’s a very long, deeply personal one…

☀️ https://open.substack.com/pub/syrani/p/a-titleless-journey-returning-home

My next post, which will be titled “The Poison of Priviledge”, which I haven’t had any space to pen to paper for yet (just swirling inside), will also talk about the shadow side of being location independent.. amongst other things. You might find it interesting and relevant too.

Also -- here is part of the convo we had about blood family (and I think related to this topic / and my next post) --

https://open.substack.com/pub/syrani/p/leaping-past-the-indulgence-of-self

Sorry to cross post. But there’s probably 10,000 words between these posts 🤣 And they are my deepest thoughts on this topic, already written xx

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Thank you! I’ll get reading in nap time! And I can already resonate with the poison of privelage.

Decision fatigue and feel like I’ve had these conversations often within myself so I’m excited to read when you have it ready. Hopefully I see you again before we go X

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P.S. I also used the relationship / marriage metaphor for my story 💜

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For me it is where you implant your roots, you connect with community (neighbours), you have a local eats and the place you most like to go for a cup of joy, you have a local spot you spend time with children in the play ground or a place to play with your furbabies… it’s a place you’re proud of and enjoy keeping tidy to invite your friends into for a cuppa and play. I really want to move, your move kinda inspired me… I am so unsure about where though or why I want to move! Stay tuned haha

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