At the end of last year’s post, I was convinced that the year that just finished in my life would have been all about travelling around the world, because of my job. I wrote: It looks like the next twelve months will be more of the same. Well, that didn’t happen. As if I needed…

In the past years, I was always looking for reasons to go away, off on some sort of exploring route or adventure. For the first time, however, I also found what makes me want to “stay”, and not just forever “go”.

It’s that time of the year again. The time that marks the end of a period in your life, and the start of a new one. A better one, you always hope. And my hopes have rarely been higher than this time around.

Getting old is some nasty business. Yesterday, Feb. 22nd, I turned 26 years old. It feels weird to be in the second half of my twenties, and I believe it’s only going to get weirder and weirder over the years. It’s not about just time going by, it’s more about realizing you are actually an…