My aunt traveled a lot. She took every opportunity to explore. As a child I got postcards and gifts from all over the world. And every time we met there were new photos and films to be seen. For hours and hours again.

She died a few years ago. Sudden. Unexpectedly. Alone in her apartment. Just a couple of weeks after her latest trip. She was a free spirit. Never cared of others opinions. She did whatever came to her mind. Brutally honest. A bit naive. Almost too brave. Lived to the fullest. Always on the move.

Me on the other hand live stuck in my home. Mostly in my bed or my sofa due to chronic diseases. My home is my whole world since a couple of years. I’m isolated. Forced to inactivity I truly need, but don’t want. Sometimes my body feels like a prison.

But I am still me. Also a free spirit. Strong and independent. With a curious mind. I still love my life. Eager to live although my life are small and extremely limited. Refuse to think it is over. I am also an explorer. Have always been. And still are.

I have decided to go in her footsteps. To let 2019 be a year of traveling. To continue to explore, but in a new way. From my bed. In my sofa. Never leaving home.

In my aunts footsteps.

Welcome along on my journey!

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