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- People really can get along
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When people ask me where I’ve been hangin’...
- Crandbrook Estate, East London
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Let me just take pictures of babies for the rest of my life
- My friend Leah’s beautiful niece
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A true cliché about a youthful summer day:
when the summer sun set and one of us caught it from the sky we juggled it around sharing with the golden heat pieces of our glowing hearts giving away nothing less than the people we are becoming
we danced whilst embracing the golden rays of what we were receiving
when finally gravity had forced us to accept horizontal kitchen floors as our universe
I thought of how we had danced
High on sun colored tablets we had danced like we used to alone in our childhood rooms
through years and things we had all sometimes lost our reasons to dance alone
but today we danced together and for a moment we only existed in our kitchen floor universe
where we, empty of everything full of so much could not think of any reason to ever not dance the way
we danced today
- picture with disposable camera
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GYOB- Grow Your Own Babies
My favorite with his favorites
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I made it! I am in Hong Kong! I arrived yesterday afternoon after a long but comfortable trip. I haven’t had the time (and energy mainly) to explore much but my first impression is good! There are people and shops literally everywhere and I love it! The reason why I wanted to go to Hong Kong in the first place was because I loved the ‘big city energy’ when I was in New York last year. Something about having so much of everything around fascinates me. There is a small possibility that this is because I had so little of this growing up, no offence Oostknollendam but you are not quite there yet with your 'big city energy’. But that is fine because I am here now and I am very positive that I will get my portion of 'big city energy’ over the coming 5 months. But enough tumblr for now, I’m off to explore the city!
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Traveling from a place you know, to a place you don’t know
Today I bring to you MY FIRST VERY OWN BLOG! I know you have been looking forward to this for ages but sorry, up until today al the ‘themes’, ‘headings’ and ‘avatars’ were just a bit too scary to actually start this thing. But I finally made it through all of that today! The reason why I start this now is because I am about to start a new adventure in two days and this seems to be - in theory- a good way to keep those who are interested up to date. I have to say that I did try this before (in a different way) and hopelessly failed, so don’t be too surprised if I end up failing to post. My intention at the moment is to fill this blog with shameless self-advertising. This is where I will make my traveling look and sound cooler than cool and funner than fun, because what else would I do on Tumblr?
Since it is still about two days till I can post travel stories, I thought of something else I want to talk with you about. As my temporary goodbye to Holland is approaching, I have been thinking quite a lot about what it means to ‘leave a place you know, to go to a place you don’t know’. I have gained quite some experience in this field over the past couple of years so at first I thought that this goodbye would be a piece of cake. This turned out not to be true. What I realised the past couple of days is that the journey to ‘a place you don’t know’ will always be a crazy one. It is inevitable to start thinking about how things can go wrong. I keep getting overwhelmed by worries about how there might just not be any nice people, I might not like the classes, how the weather can be bad or maybe my roommate smelly! You never know. This not knowing is what makes leaving scary every time, especially in contrast with the safety and comfort of what you already know. I think that the one thing that is different this time from the first times that I left Holland for a while is that I started to cherish these panicky moments. There is a certain beauty in being scared. It shows that you are moving, that something is happening, that you are growing and learning. I learned that it is simply part of the process and that it would be boring to lose that feeling.
But yes, this is sometimes easier said than done. For now I am going to continue packing, and probably worry some more about big city’s, not as tasty beer and getting lost in metro systems.
Thank you for reading this! Next post will be from Hong Kong!!
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