Sep 25, 2012

Red dirt homelessness


I have never been before to this particular red desert and yet the spinifex and red sandy earth feels familiar. It feels home-like. I know (or knew) the other side of this desert, over state borders to the north east, where Alice Springs is 1,500km away from here. Now I am in the prosperous mining area known simply as the northern goldfields. Although it is far south for me being as I am coming from Timor, so geography gets as puzzling as my homelessness already is.

My usual where-is-home puzzle has begun. Even when completely expected, this enduring puzzle is occasionally emotionally intense, social awkward when answering supposedly simple questions about where I come from and yet it’s a weirdly comfortable puzzle to me; maybe the perpetual traveling for work is resulting in a gypsy addiction to the puzzle of where is home.

My choices of what I consider ‘home’ to be, include at the moment; returning home to the Australian red dirt desert; home in Dili where I loved working and playing although by the end I was over the environmental and noise pollution as well as the crazy traffic; NSW because its only 3 weeks until I fly east for special time with family and friends; Ratanakiri, Cambodia because the similarities in remoteness and redness and thus my homelessness includes missing Dave, my Rat’ri timber house and the volcanic crater lake.

artist coloured mining 'tailings'
Being as I was convinced I’d be moving to far north Queensland or the Northern Territory there is a sense that home is the Australian ‘top end’ and I am now the intruder visiting the wrong patch of southern red dirt. Yet it’s now 12 years since I lived in central Australia so that link could have been overwhelmed by my more recent love affair with feeling at home in south east Asia.  

The facts are that currently, I am a stranger in a familiar landscape with all the homesickness of Timor, sentimentality for other locations and the odd sense of returning to desert dwelling. A combination which is allowing me to be immensely happy.                               
I am privileged to have my gypsy puzzle of where is home.