Everyone who has ever set foot in my room will probably roll over the floor peeing their pants with laughter after reading the words ‘my Domestic Goddess” for I am a known filthy, gross person. Neat, but disgusting. I can live with moldy dinner plates as long as they’re stacked up in a neat pile. I would sweep dust under the rug if I’d have one. You could trace my steps following the trail of used Q-tips,…
Sometimes I am really, really fed up with living in the tropics. One of those times was yesterday when I unwrapped my towel around me, ready to have a shower, and a squashed bug fell out from under my boob. I don’t know if this is a thing that regularly happens to people in let’s say, Europe? Or other temperate climates? I mean there’s bugs there too, so please share your boob-bug stories with me so…
I should probably write weekly updates about the encounters with strange tropical critters, both above and below the surface. But I don’t. However, picture the following scene. After weeks of being a lazy-ass I got hit by the sudden urge to go for a run. No idea where that came from, but anyway. My running shoes had been outside the room since the last time I went running, because, you know, I don’t want…
So, I had this moderately successful blog (by my own standards) until I moved to this remote tropical paradise and my life became incredibly boring. Awesome, don’t get me wrong, but boring, in an every-day-is-the-same-awesomeness kind of boring. Since no one wants to hear how awesome my life is for endless days on end, I didn’t have anything to write about. So the blog, this one, kind of died. The fact that I was working over 80 hours a week…
Because photos are cliché and lists are boring. Imagine me, running around the house like a headless chicken. My room looks like my wardrobe just exploded with clothes scattered everywhere. There’s two cardboard boxes labeled ‘things to keep’ and a garbage bag filled with ‘junk to throw away’. My backpack is almost full but there is still so much stuff left. How on earth is it all gonna fit in my modest 55l backpack and…
(Note: I wrote this post in five minutes to get it off my chest and now I need to go to work. No pictures and probably a lot of spelling/grammar mistakes. Sorry.) I can´t be the only one feeling extremely selfish sometimes for chasing my dreams, and thereby, leaving people who are very dear to me behind. Right? Nina Yau wrote about this too. So did Niall Doherty. But here I am. At 6.45 in…
In between counting down, pre-packing and saying goodbye to people, routines and places I find myself thinking about the future. Not The Future, as in my blueprint for life (although perhaps I should do that more often) but the future, as in what I’ll be doing in two weeks. Most of you probably think I have a perpetual holiday and sit on the beach under a palm tree, sipping from a coconut, and taking dips…
Have you ever been accused of ‘running away’ when you tell people that you’re going to move out of the country or leave on a round the world trip? I have, by a friend, and he sent me an ancient text by Roman philosopher & statesman Seneca (4 BC – 65 AD) to prove his point that my running away was not going to solve anything. While I disagree with his assumption that I, in…
This is the question that has been going through my head ever since I bought my one-way ticket to Kuala Lumpur. Is it really that easy to just…leave? In exactly three weeks I’ll be jumping on a train to Paris and from there I’m flying to Malaysia, not knowing when, or if, I’ll come back to Holland. I expected to be running around like crazy by this time doing errands, making arrangements, getting stressed to…
It is a beautiful world we live in. God this is such a cliché. But really, the beauty of it all knocks me off my feet. It is one of the reasons I scuba dive and go to faraway places, to suck it all up, to marvel, but I often forget that beauty can be found close to home too. So, the bigger the surprise when I’m stunned by beauty in my own back yard,…