instamarch

I have felt more sad this month than ever, made the hardest decision (moving home) and been the most proud, too. It's still light now when I finish work and I'm smiling more, laughing more, doing more. Setting big goals for April, believing I'll make them.

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1 - It was nice to come home after some days interviewing & photographing in the mountains. To write, write, write.
2 - My mom and I spent a rainy Friday afternoon at this cute place.
3 - She also bought me lots of cute flowers.
4 - And, when it was time for her to leave for the Netherlands again, she left me half of her luggage.

& more.

❤ mama ❤

Oslo. Last week, my mom visited and she made this place so much brighter. No matter if we were at foggy Frognerseteren or the sunny botanical gardens or Ekebergparken, we talked and smiled an laughed and ate good food and she bought me (lots of) flowers and made me feel the happiest and relaxed I've felt in a long time. If only there wouldn't be a sea between us...

folkehøgskole, folkegøyskole

Gol. Two weeks ago I had just finished a full day of photographing, interviewing and observing. Folkehøgskole is my all-time favorite school system and I wish every country would have something like this, so every single person could go there.

After almost 7 years of finishing my own year at folkehøgskole, it was a big big pleasure to be invited and stay at Hallingdal Folkehøgskule for some days. I got to talk to two Dutch students who are there for the year and wasn't only surprised by their stories, but also by the fact that even though this wasn't my bubble, I definitely got this folkehøgskole-feeling back. It might have been the wooden walls and pretty living room, the library or the inside jokes and laughter filling the school every single second, or maybe just the fact that even though they have wifi now, people need to hand in their phones every single day and simply unplug. To really get into that bubble - the world's prettiest bubble.

a shitty knee

For about 10 years, my left knee has been crappy resulting in me not being able to do as much (sports) as I'd like to. Although I learned to live with it, I'm sometimes still fed up with it all and the only thing that helps then, is looking at my huge collection of #fromwhereistand-photos. Without that knee I couldn't have made them and do all the fun things, which makes me realize I rather have a shitty knee, than no knee. That's what I wrote about for ALLOP Magazine.

(Yep, sorry, it's Dutch only. But there's more photos over there!)