At Home, Elsewhere

learning how to be at home

  • Things Left Unsaid

    Things Left Unsaid

    One time when I lived in Valbonne, I took the last bus from Antibes back home. At that time, I lived about 10 minutes walk from the village, and the bus terminates at the old town centre. It was dark early that night, and there weren’t many people on the bus. I stepped off, it…

  • Only Remember the Good Things

    Only Remember the Good Things

    This used to be the place I called home, my front gate. In the morning it would be cool, and in the afternoon, this street would get a slice of light running through it. Every day, as the seasons passed, it would be different. But it would always be beautiful. And it was generally always…

  • The Smell of Rain and Fire

    The Smell of Rain and Fire

    Today was a dull day, but I somehow felt happy. The white sky, to me, was calm, and the air was fresh. Most of the afternoon it drizzled, and luckily I had an excuse to be inside, but towards the evening it cleared. I decided to finish my bath early and go out for a…

  • The View from Villa les Chênes Vert

    The View from Villa les Chênes Vert

    Today, I took a long walk along the border of the sea. A smoky white vale was hanging about the sky, making the sun look like the moon. A perfect circle burning white, slowly lowering into the distant horizon. There was a strong, cold breeze pushing against me, but I hardly felt it. I was…

  • When Loneliness Catches Up

    When Loneliness Catches Up

    Loneliness is sneaky, it catches up with you without your awareness. It’s in the little things you do, and the little things you say. Sometimes, it can go unnoticed for a whole life time. People react to this sneaky little feeling differently. For me, I notice it at first as a feeling being down, a…

  • All the Stories we Don’t See

    All the Stories we Don’t See

    Valbonne keeps calling me, and it’s the only place outside Antibes I’ve frequented so far. I don’t know what it is, but I just love taking photographs there. It is so interesting to me. Maybe because I used to call it home, or maybe because it just is a pretty little village. I remember when…

  • Rainy Days

    Rainy Days

    Finally, it rains here. I decide to spend the majority of the day at home, for once. The clouds were grey all day today, and the drizzle remained steady. It would be easy to feel a little down with weather like this, especially for someone who loves the sun and blue sky. But truthfully, I…

  • Magic Little Places

    Magic Little Places

    Many times as an adult I’ve had to start again. I’ve quit a relationship, a job or a country and decided to start new. As such, I have become really comfortable with putting myself out there and meeting new people. But it took a little time and effort at the start. These days I don’t…

  • Stay You

    Stay You

    There are so many things I have learned from living in France… I could write a book on it. Maybe I will. But the advice that I have taken the longest time to learn is the one that a wonderful person gave me a few years ago… he always told me reste you. It was…

  • Sinking into the Moment

    Sinking into the Moment

    The days are becoming ordinary now. That inevitable threshold between the excitement of travelling to somewhere new, and the lethargy of knowing how your day will go. I go to the same café, I walk the same route, I wake up and follow the same routine and see the same view. This could be the…