Land of a thousand beds

I’ve moved around a fair bit the past couple of years. Stating the obvious, right? Over the course of 5 months in Asia I spent the night in 68 different places, slightly more if you count individual beds. Since arriving in New Zealand I’ve already clocked 45 and still counting.

It’s certainly made me really appreciate it when I do get a chance to stick somewhere for a wee while (although it’s always safe in the knowledge that I’ll move on at some point – proper settling is still a long way off for me). I’ve been lucky to have three such ‘homes’ already – Borneo river lodge, Roz & Frank’s in the Bombay Hills, and Ruapehu farmhouse with Bex & Basil. I’m now onto a fourth here in Wellington. I’ve covered the chest of drawers with photos, I’ve got vegetables going furry in the fridge, I own a pair of slippers. The opportunity to create a home, to unpack, to make your mark on a place, learn you way around, form your unique dent in a bed, it’s become something very special.