Here’s to where it all started…

An autumn walk, the golden hour sunshine and a hyper active dog. I took a picture of a little spiderweb. It looked like it was made out of pure silver. And for just a moment nothing else existed in the world, expect for the warm sunshine and that tiny little miracle of nature.

Day 365 – Here’s to the end

And then that moment arrives. My final day. Tomorrow I will turn 25. Tonight, I am throwing a small birthday party already since tomorrow is just another normal working day. Yesterday I already started reflecting a bit in my blog on the past year. I hardly know where to start. But here’s to the end….

Day 364 – Finishing chapter 1

I am finding it harder and harder to write. I guess because I know the end is so close. One more day. Since I didn’t really take any pictures today, I am scanning through my phone. Looking for an old photo. One from the past year that I particularly loved. Memories from blogs are often…

Day 363 – Scared

I don’t like to admit it, but I am scared for lots of things. Scared to get seriously sick. Scared to share. Scared to fail. Scared that I am not good enough. Scared of what will happen next. Scared of being lonely. Scared of lossing people I love. Scared to quit.  This blog. It’s almost…

Day 361 – Midway point

I still remember the first week I was here in Uganda. Hosted by a wonderful family. Felt at home pretty quickly. Sat on the same couch as I am sitting on now to eat my first home-cooked meal. 6 months in Uganda already. Halfway through my year as trainee PGA with ZOA. Time flies. It…

Day 359 – When I was in primary school..

I hear thunder. Or at least that’s what I think it is. There was lightening earlier in the night, so thunder is a logical explanation. But I am not in Kampala tonight. I am in Adjumani. Which is very close to South Sudan. What I just heard was not thunder. It was war.  Today I…

Dag 358 – Einde in zicht

Nog maar een week en dan is het klaar. Dan is deze blog voorbij. In ieder geval het elke dag schrijven en dat dan delen met de wereld. En eerlijk gezegd is het goed zo. Ik ben er wel even klaar mee. De afgelopen week heb ik veel nagedacht over wat deze blog mij heeft…

Day 357 – Maggie and maps

I woke up from the birds. Like a usual morning. It’s a little past 7. Slept an hour longer than usual. I am struggling to get out of bed. Turn around a couple times more in my squeaky sounding small bed. Appreciative of the little house I get to live in. Looking forward to a…

Day 356 – Colour my world

Protests in downtown Kampala yesterday. Tear gas. Police. Demonstrations. Political unrest is not uncommon in this part of the world. Yet I don’t really notice. It could just as well be on the other side of the world. This city is big and I don’t really know about these political tensions. I don’t have a…

Day 353 – PJs and soup

One of my favourite moments of the day. Curling up on the couch with a bowl of soup made from fresh veggies and in my PJs. ‘Huismus’ is the word for it in Dutch. Yesterday I wrote about everyday days. Because not everything and not every day have to be spectacular. And you know, I…