I’m so nervous. Lauren and Hannah, literal angels that the universe has placed in my airplane row on the flight to Salt Lake City, patient as ever, describe how it might go, what I can do. Lauren says “How exciting is it to meet the love of your life for the first time” and as I shake my head at her, I can see
The move has literally uprooted me a little bit. This town often changes in my mind, it morphs from something restricting me to a safe haven that I can return to. At first, after having moved back, it was nice, being in a place that is so deeply familiar that I feel like I could navigate it blindfolded. But after a while the restlessness
i arrive at an unknown busstop after a 6 hour ride. i get off the bus. i look around. an elderly woman called Margaret picks me up and we drive through the mountains. and we drive. and drive. and arrive at a woolshed. Gavin and Shane are shearing the sheep. I watch and eat bacon&egg pie with cucumber and lettuce. Three hours later Gav
What is home? I remember seeing my home as the house I lived in until I was three years old, one that is now blurred from the memories of the following years. That was home. As we moved to another town, into the house I have been living in ever since, I got confused. Was that now supposed to be home? But the confusion did not
For my 18th birthday in March I decide to travel to Dublin again, with my whole family. Ireland was in 2009 the first country or more like a place where I thought about the future, so I think it is a good place to be when adulthood starts for me. We arrive on Friday night, the day before my birthday. We spend Saturday with
Bits and pieces of my new zealand journal about traveling 18458.381 km in two days. 2nd Jan. 2014, This is the moment I have waited for all my life. The moment to prove myself and everyone else that I am strong enough to survive on my own. And I will survive. I spend the last day of my old life in town and in my
Ser tu partida y tu llegada quiero nacer desde tu calma déjame ser tus pensamientos saber lo que llevas por dentro – Carlos Vives ☾ On Sunday I say goodbye to my family and watch them leave. I take my suitcase upstairs to the 29th floor and wait for my americans to get ready. We’re on the road again – to
We only spend three days in Barranquilla before we leave for Cartagena. These days are filled with visiting the school that everyone of us who has lived here has been to, visiting the museo de carnaval – an exciting museum about the colombian traditions of carnaval – as well as driving through the city in a bus and going shopping in the buena vista – a
Always remember that the most important thing in a good marriage is not happiness, but stability.” ― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera ☾ We arrive on Monday afternoon. The hotel is more like an apartment complex, the whole family (both sides) live here in different rented apartments, from floor 9 to floor 36. We arrive late for the dinner that is planned
My soul is itching to get on the road again. Living in a foreign country doesn’t seem to count as that, because life still catches up to you in a day to day way. I book my first solo trip since arriving here, to St. Agnes, Cornwall. The drive down is long and exhausting, but I enjoy singing my heart out and listening to
