Dutch girl with a Nordic soulWhen I was sixteen I traveled to Finland to study at a Finnish high school, or 'Lukio'. From the moment I set foot on Finnish soil, I never wanted to leave. I spent a year living in Vantaa and Helsinki, going to a Finnish school, living with a Finnish family. Perhaps it was the age, perhaps it's just me, but my stay there shaped the rest of my life so far.
The year depicted by George Orwell1984 is the year in which I was born, on an early Monday morning. This year I will receive thirty white long stemmed roses. The tradition of giving me the amount of white roses equal to the years I spent on earth, is one kept by my parents. I don't feel anywhere near thirty, but I'm excited to have a very good excuse to throw a party.
I grew up in a small town in the middel of Holland. Surrounded by wide green fields, a windmill and opposite of a home for the elderly. The window of my room looked out on their apartments. As such, I've had many 'neighbours' over the years. We waved and smiled at each other, until one day the room was empty and someone else would move in.
Once I came back from Finland, I never really moved back home. I finished my high school diploma in Haarlem. Moved to Amsterdam, later to The Hague. Eventually I moved back to Finland, but now I once again live in the Dutch capital city and I couldn't be happier. Well, a girl can (and must, if you ask me) always dream. And I sure do. Amsterdam is just a stepping stone to the rest of the world and who knows where I'll be next year. For the time being I'll make due with travelling. This year I will visit