Home.

As I fly away from my home country for a planned two years I have returned to thinking about what home is. Since December last year I have been technically homeless, staying with my parents a few weeks, in South Africa a few weeks, London, Amsterdam etc Then I was in Sweden for three months, […]

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Journey. Risk. French Toast.

I am constantly surprised by what people settle with. Friendships that silently rip our identity and self respect to shreds. Romance that oppresses and changes us into people we never wanted to be. Schedules that eat our souls. Jobs that are uninspiring prisons. Mortgages that hold us back from adventure. Children we regret having, parents […]

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