Missing home, missing The Netherlands, being homesick; I actually don’t know what that is. I’ve traveled a lot (this is my third trip of six months or longer), but I have never been homesick. Of course I miss things: my cats especially. Some times they just ‘pop up’ in my head and I’m sad I’m not with them, having them laying on my legs and belly, while I’m reading a book. And I miss the ease of making my own food. I miss my nice and soft bed and my living room, where I had no furniture, so I could do yoga. But I don’t miss those things to the extend I want to go home. Because I don’t. I love to be on the road, I just like to have my nice bed with me, a good kitchen and space to do yoga.
Travelling is my life, teaching is my life, yoga is my life and I’m living that life right now. Eating is my life as well. That’s the only thing that’s a little bit cramped, but for the rest…. No; not missing The Netherlands at all. I do miss friends and family sometimes. But they are no reason to go back. I would love to have them over here. To share all these wonderful experiences and moments I have over here with them. Let them see ‘my side of the world’.
And lucky as I am, I have that change. Mark just arrived in Leon, so the next couple of weeks will be travelling together. In February I’m heading over to Costa Rica to assist at a yoga retreat, my friend Petra is teaching there. And somewhere next year Ingrid will be over here to visit me and travel a bit around Nicaragua as well. There are more people ‘lined-up’ to come over here of visit me when I’m moving over to Asia. If you want to be on that ‘exclusive’ list, just let me know….