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In these moments of vastness and wonder, I begin to miss home, because it feels like an anchor. I've recently thought about the saying "home is where the heart is" and I've realized that my heart is in several countries and cities across the...

I spent a hot summer month on a smallholding in rural Malta, living and working alone without electricity, internet, hot water, or a bathroom. This was part of a volunteer exchange, swapping a few hours of garden work for a place to sleep and food to eat. In many ways, my time in Malta was like stepping through a portal 50 years into the past. When I look back, I can still clearly see the amber glow of candles and kerosene lamps, the shadows of their flames flickering against the walls on balmy nights as I curled up with a book and spiced tea.