I came home yesterday from my long trip. I miss  balaa so much it hurts…but it’s also good to be home in the Netherlands again. During my stay we were mostly sleeping and being couch potatoes, watching documentaries and cartoons. We talked so much, cried and hugged and laughed. Apparently we were quite productive artwise afterall too!

We really just needed to relax and have some sort of winter hibernation after the busy holiday months..Being an artist it’s so easy to overwork yourself, especially with social media and the pressure to keep going.

During my stay, I have come to realize so many things about myself, reflecting on the way I am, how I came to be, and have peace with the past. There has been so much heartache that I didn’t even know I felt, and didn’t know it affected me this much. A lot of my anxiety stems from deeply rooted memories.

I realize I need to love myself more, be compessionate and at peace with myself, so I can be this way towards others.

Everything that happens has an effect on yourself and others, it’s scary and beautiful. Just ripples of happenings spiralling into eachother.

I know my home will always be where you are, too.

Our spirals were meant to touch.


There’s an ocean between us.
You know where to find me.
You reach out and touch me.
I feel you in my own heart.
More than a lifetime.
Still goes on forever.
But it helps to remember
You’re only an ocean away.

Only an ocean away.