To me, vacations were a way of escaping my hometown, my work, my struggles. Only when I crossed the border I could smile a bit more. At this moment, it doesn’t change anything. I can be happy at home and happy across the border. Home is where te heart is, and sometimes a bit more sunshine.
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Semi-personal blog. Dutch and English poetry and stories that document my life. Sincerely believes in writing as a form of therapy. View all posts by Josephine