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Gerrianne Pennings

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Day 320 – About being free

I woke up this morning to the sound of the very loud and frankly quite annoying generator. No power. Again. It happens all the time. Perks of living in a Ugandan city I guess. But you get used to it.... Continue Reading →

Day 319 – Home

"Wherever you go, go with all your heart." Confucius And we are back in Kampala. Laundry sorted, dinner is cooking and movie night is about to start. That's the sentence I typed on my phone to start this blog. By now... Continue Reading →

Day 312 – Thoughts while driving

It feels like I've been away for days already. It's only been a bit over a day though. I've been driving kilometres and kilometres over very good and not so good roads. I am tired. But with a good meal... Continue Reading →

Day 241 – At home in the world

"Hallo, it's insert name of my grandfather speaking." "Hi opa, it's me, Gerrianne." It's quiet for a few seconds. "Gerrianne. How is that possible? You are so far away." "Well, that's the advantage of modern day technology." The conversation goes on for... Continue Reading →

Day 221 – Baking therapy

One of my go-to methods to not become stressed is baking. There is nothing better than kneading some dough, cutting apples (and eating half) and pouring love and cinnamon into an apple pie. It reminds me of Sunday mornings after... Continue Reading →

Day 176 + 177 – Always a reason to celebrate

You can look at life in different ways. But you always have a choice. A certain level of freedom. Even in the most difficult times of your life. I'd like to think of myself as a positive person. With always... Continue Reading →

Day 160 – Never ending growth

I am so full. I already feel like I've been eating the whole week and tonight we had a huge family dinner to celebrate my grandparents' 60th (!) wedding anniversary. So more food and family time. Now I am home... Continue Reading →

Day 150 – Blame the English dudes with guitars

I miss home. And by home, I mean where I grew up. Apart from a couple months in the fall I haven’t really lived there for five years. That was no problem at all. I have lived in the most extraordinary places during those past five years. I have loved every second of it. Living on my own suits me well. But I have to admit that I really enjoy coming home for a visit and not having to think about laundry or cooking for a little while. Last weekend I spent a bit of time at home again after a month or so. As soon as I stepped into the freshly painted kitchen, dinner was ready and I could just eat along.

Day 141 – Practice love and loyalty

It's Sunday evening. I am watching Call the Midwife on BBC one. The intro of the series starts with an opening from diary of a midwife. "Chapter 1. Why did I even start this?" It's exactly the thought that I have been having during the past week. I wasn't feeling well, didn't have much energy and didn't really have any inspiration. But this weekend I also saw some special friends that I hadn't seen a long while. Most of them I hadn't seen since I started this blog, but quite a few of them have been following my stories to my surprise. Some asked me how I managed to keep it up. The answer came to me somewhere on the walk through the city. It takes practice. The practice of love and loyalty.

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