I have this thing about what others think of me. I'm just going to be straight up honest here. I thought it was gone, that I was over it, if that's possible in any way. But now that I am travelling, I notice I'm not.
Sometimes you have to take some distance to see what is good and what is not. Sometimes things can be so overwhelming, it's impossible to imagine what else they can be. I found people who travel far and long in order to 'find themselves' always somewhat of a poser.
I do not do now year's resolutions. As if I am going to let the success rate of my life depend on a date some Roman ever invented, and which also only shows up once every 365 or 366 days?
"You have all the time in the world to do whatever you want. You're free now", a friend replied the other day, apologising for her long message on WhatsApp. I used the microphone icon to answer her.
There are two kind of worlds, the way I see it now. In the first you do as you are ought to, what you are supposed to.
Autumn has really begun. Leaves have started to fall and temperatures have dropped. This time of year can make me feel quite melancholic, especially now.
One more month. That's how long I will still live in Amsterdam. Truly an amazing city. To be honest, I only really discovered that as we came to live there, over five years ago. But then I knew it right away: this place is awesome.
Suddenly I see this abyss approaching in front of me. Soon before I have to jump, and after that there's not much else to be done but trusting I'll land safely, somewhere along the line.