Home is where the heart is

There is no place like home, it's true. I love to travel the world and there is so much more to see, but there is no place where you can be yourself like the place you call home. But when do you call a place 'home'.. maybe it can be anywhere you decide. The last couple of years I've noticed that I've had more than one place, that felt like home. Two years ago I left my own small and cozy (but also cold and mouldy) home in Rotterdam. I've stayed in Paris for a while with an older very French couple who didn't really make an effort to make me feel at home. But still.. after a while I did.
New Zealand might be the other side of the world, but although the world looks different there I felt at home right away with my friends family, who built their beautiful dreamhouse on top of a New Zealand Mountain. Even hostels where I stayed while travelling alone, where only the dormroom bed and my backpack were mine, still felt like home. I guess home is where ever you decide it to be.

When I got back to Holland, I've lived with my parents for a while, which is of course the 'utimate home.' And although I love my parents and I liked living with them, at age 25 I really did need a place of my own again. It took a little time but I'm so happy I finally found it. I Love everything about my little perfect appartment in Kralingen (the most chic neighborhood of Rotterdam.) So today I decided to take some pictures, to whatever happens in the future, I will never forget the place call home now.

When I grow up and will be forced to move into a bigger home because I either got really really rich or had a few adorable children with my perfect husband-to-be, I will allways remember this home. :)