I’ve moved around a bit in my life, compared to other people I know. I moved 1000 km south, and then I decided I needed some more distance to my hometown so I moved some other 2000 km further south. That’s okay. You can take me out of my country, but you can’t take my country out of me, even though I go to great lengths to adapt to new environments.

Since my last connection to the old north disappeared I guess I’ve been thinking a bit about the places I’ve lived and people I met. I’ve even drawn a sketch.

lost in the woods

lost in the woods

Trust me, this will make a lot more sense when I’m done.