A long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

I`m surrounded by people and feel alone.

I realize it’s not just Willem I’m looking for; it’s Lulu too.

Traveling isn't something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing.

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.