A month at home

There I was, wearing only a shirt and a trouser in a place where it was freezing. Only a few hours earlier I was still in a place where my clothes did justice to the weather, 10.000 kilometre to the south where I was threatened to death once again on the morning of departure. By now I was back in a country where everyone speaks my language, where I know the public transport system and where I can get the food I haven’t had since I left home.


It had been 6.5 months since I left home for an indefinite time. When I left I had no idea for how long I was gonna be away. It could be a few months or several years, but I did not really expect to be back in January already.  However, family circumstances made me go home. Not to quit my life as a nomad, but just for a short break. A faq on the road is what you miss most from home, but actually there’s nothing that I miss when I’m on the road. Not the food, nothing materialistic and not even the people. I’m able to enjoy the moment and it helps me to forget or feel sad about anything else. I also feel much healthier when I’m on the road. You’d expect the opposite due to all the bad food you feel tempted to eat and drinks are not restricted to the weekends. However, after a few weeks my body was doing much better.


Although I was excited to catch up with my friends and family, the idea of going home had also depressed me. In particular the last few days before my flight I was grumpy. I know I won’t be home forever, but still it feels as if it’s the end of an era. To make myself feel better I booked a short trip to Serbia to break up the month I was gonna be home. I’m still trying to figure out why I feel like this. My best guess is that there’s just no place where I really feel home. I also believe that I’m not ready to feel home anywhere in the world yet. I need to roam around a bit more before I’m ready to settle in one place. That’s how I felt before I left for this trip and that’s how I still feel.


I chose to spend February at home because I would be able to work a lot in this time at several annual events, which was not a guarantee at any other time of the year.  Being home and working a lot does not mean I’m not enjoying my time. In fact, working at the Huishoudbeurs, a household themed trade fair in Amsterdam that lasted for 9 days was a high. Working at the fair is very intense. There’s simply no time for rest. But it is SO MUCH FUN. The fair attracts 250.000 visitors annually and most visitors are female. All the stands and outfits are extraordinary. This is where women continuously flirt with the guys working there and you even find them catcalling at guys. It’s ridiculous, but so much fun.

Dolce Gusto at the Huishoudbeurs
Dolce Gusto at the Huishoudbeurs


I’m leaving the Netherlands next week again. I’ve got a flight booked to Iran where I will get a visa on arrival and travel around for nearly 4 weeks before I will cross the land border with Iraq to visit Kurdistan. Kurdistan is a safe region to travel around in Iraq, even though it’s only dozens of kilometres away from areas controlled by ISIS and where bombs are dropped daily. I couldn’t be more excited to explore both Iran and Iraqi Kurdistan. Both have intrigued me for years and now I’ll finally see it myself. The people are said to be one of the most hospitable in the world and many ancient sites are there to see. Mid-April I will return home and the time I’ll stay here can range anywhere between a few days and a few months. Time will tell. But one thing is for sure, my life as a traveller ain’t over yet.





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