On my way

Going home.

After almost three months in China, I am going back home to the Netherlands.

Woke up at 3.30 in the morning to catch my plane.
Had a one-hour delay during my trip, but arrived at the airport in Germany around 8.30 in the evening.

Stayed up talking to my parents and my boy till past twelve and slept like a baby after that.



My China adventure is over.

Three months of living across the world.

Living in a world where I could not really speak the language, but where they understood me
nonetheless. Or at least most of the time.

I have learned to appreciate the things that I have here.

I have learned that communication is way more than words and that a friendly face helps you half across the world.

I have learned that you are never on your own.

I have learned so many things...



And I have decided to never be boring.