Back home, a tourist in my own country

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In Sweden.

Travels to the Netherlands

I will have one week “back home” and I don’t need much time to think about the things I want to do. First of all, ‘home‘ is a word I see different in comparison to many other people. Secondly, going for one week to the place where I have my roots means seeing friends and family. Lastly, it means I get a chance to do the things I always used to do and buy casual items I used to have around me.
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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.
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Moving like a minimalist

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Walking on the streets of Nicaragua – Photo by Debby van Boxtel

It’s time to move. Whether it’s from a birthplace to a new city or needing to cross borders to an entirely new country, it’s something that can have a big impact on our lives. Today It’s time for me to make some decisions regarding moving and while I thought I was already living like a minimalist, I got totally surprised.
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Returning home and making observations

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My last ride through the Dolomites… for now

Observing my people

I’m standing on platform 15B in Utrecht, waiting for the train that will bring me a little bit closer to home. I just got back in the Netherlands and I dropped off the rental car that I used in Italy to now continue the journey home by train.

However, my train is delayed. Of course it is! Since I remember the trains here always seem to be delayed. Oh wait, there it goes; my Dutch nature is complaining about getting somewhere to late. I actually don’t really care right now if I have to wait ten or twenty minutes to get somewhere, but for some reason I realize it’s pretty typical of us Dutch people to start hurrying and getting annoyed when plans change.
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