A day out: Maastricht

It was the first beautiful day of the year. Sun was promised to us and this time the weatherman was right. It was high time to pick up the good intentions again and explore my own, often overlooked, country. This time my destination was one of the oldest and Southernmost cities: Maastricht. It was once…

Photos of home

It’s nearly time to go home, or at least move on. In less than a month I’ll be leaving this incredible place. For a few more weeks I am surrounded by mountains. Snow is starting to fall on the peaks. The leaves are changing colors in the valley. I’ve got a little bit more time to…

Home turf

I often joke about being homeless. And technically I am. I don’t know what to answer when people ask where I live. I don’t know what home is anymore. It’s not the place where I grew up. I isn’t even the country where I grew up. Only on paper. Home is a place I’m looking…

Miss you lot

Over the years I’ve felt a belonging to different groups and different places. At the moment I am so at peace. I know I belong here in Christchurch right now. I know that what I am doing is exactly right. Everything worked out. Everything feels in balance. This bunch here is the group I always…

How can I say I don’t miss you?

The wonderful world of Internet has changed the essence of travelling. Right now I can’t imagine travelling long-term without my computer. I can still remember going on holiday to France with my parents. We’d phone my grandparents from a public telephone and send a postcard. The friends and family would find out about our adventures…

Home, right here, right now

Home is where the heart is. Such a cliché, but you hear it all over the world in different languages and variations. It must have some truth. There is no escaping it: the idea of home is an idea of love, being at ease, and having a place where you feel comfortable. I grew up in…