Is your birthplace still just like you left it?

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Looking for frogs with my dad back in the 90’s

On a hot summer day back in the nineties a blond girl with blue eyes was born. Growing up near the farms, where she could ride her horses, play in the forest, build tree houses and prepare herself to explore the rest of the world, she got older and more curious deciding to leave this place. After 25 years things should have changed a lot at her birthplace, but let’s find out if it actually did change.

As you might figure, that blond blue-eyed girl is me. Two days ago I walked around at my birthplace and took photos. Just to see if my memory would be shocked or not by the possible changes.

A typical Dutch walking path to the forest

A typical Dutch walking path to the forest

I made a walk from my house to the forest on one of the first hot days of spring and took a bunch of photos. I would like to show you the place where I grew up and especially the surroundings where I used to climb the trees as a kid, ask the farmers for some eggs to bring back home, moo to the cows and just be happy outside exploring it all.

Here are a few of the pictures I took that day.

A local farm that sells eggs

A local farm that sells eggs

A typical Dutch barn

A typical Dutch barn

Watch out! Cows.

Watch out! Cows crossing…

Yes! They still use bikes in my old village

The old Dutch bikes

A farm

A transporter for horses ‘hidden’ in the farm

Your typical countryside over here in the Netherlands

The typical kind of countryside over here in the Netherlands

Shack for sale!

Shack for sale!

I remember this horse! He must be about 15 years old by now

I remember this horse! He must be about 15 years old by now

Where the Dutch need to walk their dog. Jep, we have Dog Rules...

A sign saying that this is where we need to walk the dog. Jep, we have Dog Rules…

According to the sign their should be a dog guarding the house, but perhaps a cat jumped against the fence?

According to the sign their should be a dog guarding the house, but perhaps an angry cat jumped against the fence?

The fresh tracks of a tractor on the field

The fresh tracks of a tractor on the field

Beautiful mother nature :)

Beautiful mother nature up against a tree

The forest where, back in the day, I used to ride my horse

The forest where, back in the day, I used to ride my horse

The structure of a Dutch tree, kind of interesting!

The structure of a Dutch tree, pretty interesting!

Me trying to balance on a tree that has fallen down!

Me trying to balance on a tree that has fallen down

Some fungus growing on the tree

Some fungus growing on the tree

And it's clearly spring!

…and it’s clearly spring!

Even the bees are out today!

Even the bees are out today!

The rabbits still stay a bit hidden though... well, during the day that is.

The rabbits still stay a bit hidden though… well, during the day that is

 

I must say, it feels like nothing really changed. I still get the same vibe as I walk around and I can’t find anything new or adjusted. Just the place where I used to take care of the horses is now a bit deserted and has one little Shetland Pony running around instead (I couldn’t take photos of the please, sorry!). I hope it stays this way and that the beautiful countryside and especially the forests will always look like this. It will always feel like home.

Is your birthplace still the way you remember it from when you were a kid?

 

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Ever since I left my home country I felt at home at any other place I went to. I enjoy getting to know more cultures by talking to strangers and hearing their philosophy about life. Speaking with gestures when you can not find a shared language, finding places only the locals go to and learn about their customs and values. Hanging out with local people makes me happy. The experience of every new place is a step out of your comfort zone where I like to wander around until it feels like a second home.
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