Pure, wild and free
Home! The moment I crossed the border with the hills to the mountains, I felt at home. One month this summer I made it going up till about 360 kilometers above Oslo. I could breathe again. No asthma, no crowds, no traffic jams, no hurrying, no flatlined views . . . Oh yes, my probably new home (, the world should be our home, though I tend to go off this planet,) has its flaws. Nowhere is perfect, but some places are more perfect or helps one in need to feel more at home. That diverse also in different stages in your life. I was the big city girl. Now more the nature woman, mom... still girlish at times. The hunting (in many countries) is horrific! I heard for example that in Sweden they kill bears, because they eat some elks. Of course people like to kill those elks en dominate nature. I prefer shooting animals with my camera and admiring them for their own ways. And yes people in the Netherlands seem sometimes more alive, energetic and funny. Also way more stressed! But yes, alw...