To Follow

To Follow

Following.

That is part of my life.

In fact that is what I often understand while chatting with people; friends and family 

There is the fact that I started, leave my country adventure, journey...  

being an expat by following my husband. We left as he got the possibility to go and work in China in 1995.

It is the last thing I really want to be confronted with because it brings up so many emotions, memories, doubts, hopes, failures, successes. i feel good not talking about all the travel ad changing and just keeping busy and aware that we shall move again and that is the only thing i can think about because otherwise i will get annoyed. How does that sounds. Nomads forever. I admit I can get nervous and pretty uncomfortable if I start believing that we might stay to long in a place.
Is there something more romantic than traveling the world? No there isn't. I could travel with one piece and leave every other day.

N'importe ...

I think I never tought about it in the way of just following nor of giving up something, I believed it was the greatest thing to do and probably this is still what I feel. 

We were young and beautiful, in love. We wanted to pick up our life and go and live it somewhere else. 

Back then in those days in the early eighties.

Somehow when the last days of his university career came closer  time had come to think ahead.
And my god if I only see my daughters today, their friends, they are so more focused....planning, knowing what they want to do. Which is just fantastic. The world today needs young people who will se their talents help tackle the issues the world faces today.  and of course they like to live our life again and admire the episodes we lived. I believe we were dreaming, without really doing something with our dreams, not thinking about tomorrow,  life was beautiful, being a student was about spiritual freedom. Life seemed without too many responsibilities. It was the time spirit at least in Europe.  

So when we then finely thought and start thinking about the next step , we agreed quickly that it wanted to leave and discover countries where the sun would shine, the skies got more blue every day and freedom could continue...

There were many steps between that day where we entirely agreed about leaving the rainy days in Amsterdam and the moment we finally sailed away... 

I left my life and packed my stuff, left Amsterdam behind.

Twenty years have been about moving countries; traveling, freedom, cultures, new people, new borders and horizons. And the biggest part together with our beautiful daughters. I became we. My life became our life.