When I relocated countries again, my Mum said to me “I just want you to find what you are looking for”. I didn’t know what I was looking for beyond the conceptual. Love, happiness, adventure, a place that feels like home and a life that feels like it’s lived.

It’s like when you don’t know what to wear, you don’t go straight for the thing you know will feel good, you only know what feels okay when rejected pieces are strewn across the floor, and suddenly something just feels right, or good enough. Or you run out of time.

I don’t want my decisions to made because I ran out of time.

I don’t know what this is about. Maybe that’s what it is about; figuring it all out. Or at least some of it. Hopefully. Or with intention? Does doing something with hope hinder focus and intention?

A cure for fog. Hopefully. Or at least that’s the intention.