I’m trying that whole “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened” thing. But it’s not working. I’m still crying. Still mopey. Despite my legitimate excitement for all that’s ahead, waiting for me in MN, I’m having separation anxiety. This van living experiment has since become my “real life.” To leave it is to be in a state of waiting until I can settle back in to our preferred rhythms and ways. Our life is simpler. Happier. More complete.

BUT.

As another wise person once said (hi, big brother): there’s a time to consume, and a time to produce.

Guess it’s time to get back in the game. Produce some good fucking photos and respect that part of the cycle.

-K

^ The Tasman Sea CRASHING into the Pacific Ocean. Cape Reinga.

^One of the holiest places for the Moari people.

^The Giant sand dunes of Te Paki.

^We had fun playing. 🙂

^ Making patterns on the beach. Zero stress present.