Currently I’m on the beautiful Far North Coast of NSW – just up the road from Byron Bay, around the corner from Lismore, down the hill from Nimbin and a hop, skip and jump to idyllic Evans Head.
It's a place where drag-queen-rubber-ducks race the local rivers, unicorns and fairies wander the ovals, stars ride billycarts and where the prawns are so big they barely fit on the barbie. It's a place of colour and vibrancy, noise and splash.
I’d love to say I’m hiding away at the moment, nestled in a sweet village awashed in a sea of purple petals on the periphery of the Big Scrub and fondly known by many monikers, among them – Duck Creek Mountain, the plateau, Villa, the tib, ‘God’s waiting room’, Tibouchina country and my absolute favourite -
But sadly I'm not feeling the warm fuzzy feelings of a blissful image of me hiding away, recharging the batteries after the last trip, and eagerly planning the next. No I’m feeling kinda stuck at the moment. Stuck glaring at my workplace computer screen, wailing at the bills and pulling my hair out over the day to day running's of keeping a small business travelling along smoothly. This however doesn’t stop me wistfully staring out the window dreaming of where to go next - and how to escape to there.
There’s a couple of little trips planned for later in the year; a pop over to the west coast to a place where the red dirt meets blue seas and a staircase leads to the moon – Broome, and if I can wrangle it, try and pop in a quick flick across to Christmas and the Cocos (Keeling) Islands – of course to do that means zipping down to Perth then back up to the north and dipping somewhere into the wide expanse of the Indian Ocean.
So while I devise a way to escape the 'earning a dollar to eat' reality and find some extra dosh to pay for more wanderings (I wonder if Mal will miss his complete collection of first edition Mathew Riley’s) I’ll pop on down the road to Byron Bay, nick across to Lismore, check out Nimbin again and take a hop, skip and jump to picturesque Evans Head.
Where in the world is Kez . . .
Where am I?
Hello! I'm Kerry
. . . a plan-nothing, have no idea where I'm going travelholic.
A daughter of the gypsies and the wife of a workaholic, I'm forever wondering 'What's over there?' and devising ways to squeeze through the barbed-wire fence of small-business ownership responsibilities and every-day life tangles to discover it.
and this is my book.