At five years old, I sat on the kitchen counter of our house in the Netherlands, with my legs dangling and a pear in my hands. I announced "I don't feel at home anymore" as I watched how my mother carefully placed our belongings in boxes around me.Read More
Honestly I had no idea how I would feel on the road before we left the Netherlands, of course I had hopes and dreams, but I tried to leave my expectations behind. We have been travelling now for over a month and I am starting to get a hang of being a full-time nomad.
You know that feeling when your are in between jumping for joy and bursting into tears? That is exactly where I stand right now. With only two weeks left on our count down to take off I am shitting my pants.Read More