Tales of The Ink Gypsy…

Sometimes you find what you were looking for when you stop searching. I came a long way to find the place I now call home - both in distance, travelling overseas, and in life, after many different experiences. The discovery was unexpected and not without its share of trials and yet somehow I knew I had found a place where I could belong.

I wrote the following story, ‘The Wandering Girl & The Stay-At-Home Boy’, for my husband for our wedding day. When it came time for the traditional speeches by bride and groom, instead of trying to sum up our journey to ‘I do’ in the usual way I read this story instead. I thought fairy tale ‘language’ would be the best way to explain just how I felt and, judging from my new husband’s reaction, it was.

I don’t really believe in ‘happily ever after’. Life cannot really breathe under the strain of that expectation. The wording of most fairy tales, if you look at the earliest written versions, tends not to suggest this state either. Rather, they allude to wrongs righted, goals achieved and that life goes on as it should with happiness and contentment, though not an exclusive state, finally within reach. I’ve found that despite my restless feet and feeling like a stranger everywhere I go, there’s a place I can now call home. I will always feel most content by his heart’s fire.

Please note: as with all fairy tales, this story was meant to be read aloud.