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Home is where my Hammock rocks

They say that home is where your heart is

… but after travelling, you will never be completely at home again, because you always leave pieces of your heart wherever you‘ve been.

I do have a pretty damn nice Base Camp though. Antwerp. City of my heart.

And from now on, I also have a hammock. She travelled with me through Nicaragua and found her destination at my convertible flat. Now I can keep on rocking at home. Yay.


cause happiness isn’t making out with Ryan Gosling while riding a unicorn and eating lobster & drinking champagne (okay, maybe it could be)


pam • October 4, 2014

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