[Day 22 of Inktober, “Trail”. ] Seven and a half years ago my trail was meant to lead me to all these new, exciting places. It did, at first. I saw mountains, lakes, birds and monkeys. I met street vendors, students, cooks and teachers. I slept on concrete and under the stars. I showered in waterfalls and ate salted rice. I learned song lyrics in foreign languages and dove with bull sharks. I ran barefoot through heavy rain with my heart pounding to avoid dodgy people. I found myself on empty beaches with fallen trees and in museums that made me cry.
I was only meant to stop by this city to earn some money and keep going. But suddenly I didn’t feel the need to move anymore. The wind was smooth, the air was light, the colours in the alleyways inspired me. I found a job filled with passion, pride and fun and was amazed at how you could make friends in the bank queue. I found love. I found parks that never ended, secret gigs that blew me away, people who were as geeky about the hospitality industry as I was, a culture accepting of differences. I felt at home.
Seven and a half years later I’m back to live here for the second time. And I still feel at home.
I want to try and branch away from these small landscape illustrations but they are really fun to create, I’m hoping to work on some other illustrations including different places and more detailed views!