The Siren Song of Cyprus

August of 2018 felt a like being reborn out into the world.

Abruptly and violently shoved into a new life.

Starting my life over alone in my new tiny apartment in Huntington Beach, California.

Getting a new puppy.

Refiguring out my future.

Willing the tan line from my engagement ring to fade away.

Healing my heart.

That apartment was like a cocoon to me.

It was my safe little haven to go from caterpillar to butterfly.

On a trip to Cuba in February, I got the message from the universe that it was time to fly.

And so, everything was sold and off I went, puppy in tow.

I spent much of my time in Huntington Beach healing from the end of my engagement and the disintegration of the future I had been constructing.

Because of this, Cyprus has been a perfect first place to call my home base.

It feels, energetically, like a blank slate.

This place is odd.

The sea has no tide or waves like the ocean does.

The breeze is ever present, unapologetically blowing over this tiny rock of an island.

The lands is this dry brown/green.

It’s a funny limbo of sorts.

A perfect place to strip away external distractions and just be.

I wake up and first thing I see is the sunrise over the sea through my open sliding glass door.

I’m just here.

Being.

Asking questions of myself and the Ether, in wonder and awe of life.

It’s fascinating.

It feels like a perfect empty chalk board to draw a new future upon.

Cyprus has been a great base.

Thats nomad speak for a place to “call home” for a few months that is easily accessible to other places to explore.

After what will be 3 full months here in Cyprus by the time I leave Nov 17th, I will have traveled to Jordan, Italy, Egypt, and perhaps one more place in October. It feels good to have a home to come home to while still having the freedom to roam.

I think for November however, Brisket and I may try on a little faster of a pace before leaving Europe entirely on December 17th to head back to the states for Christmas.

I haven’t put together exactly how it will work but I feel like a more nomadic road trip through Europe may be in order. After driving through Italy I am feeling more brave about the idea of road tripping across Europe and back to Amsterdam for our flight out.

Or, maybe we will just grab a flight south to Canary Islands and bask in whats left of the European sunshine before saying good bye.

I can’t say which it will be fore sure yet but we will have to decide soon.

The ever present breeze and stillness of this place makes it easy to push these decisions off until later.

The soft lull of limbo that turned my 1 month in Cyprus into a 3 month visit.

I can see this place rocking me to sleep.

Drawing me deeper into growing some roots.

Not because I love it all that much but simply because it would be easy.

The breeze whispers in my ear constantly to sleep, to stay.

While I couldn’t quite hear its siren song in my first month here, I am slowly waking up to it.

I am not ready to sleep yet.

There is still too much to see.