I'd been put in a room in Darwin with two writers - both very nice people. For the girl, this is the first tmie she has left her home town of Perth for any significant period of time, and she had written a piece on how it made her feel. This made me think about what it meant to me - sending myself off, alone, into the unknown world - and realised that my feelings must be very different to hers.
I don't really feel like I'm out of my comfort zone. Every bed feels like my own bed. I feel at home everywhere I go. In fact, I feel like I'm more at home and more in my comfort zone leading the life of a nomad. This kind of life truly is where I belong.
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