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)