Mine

My family and I are going through tough times. This is nothing new for us, life was never dull over here. Whether it was family, business, emotional, financial, parents, children, we’ve had our share of worries and trouble. We’re no exception to other families I guess. Like we say in the Netherlands: “ieder huisje heeft zijn kruisje” (free translation: every house bears its cross). But there comes a time, and maybe that is age related, that it is enough. And although I’ve been there before and came over it, it feels that this time I need to write it down, to put things in order and have it on paper.

When I was a young girl I kept a diary. I wrote daily about the things that are important in a young girl’s life. The Diary of Anne Frank was an example for me. Not that I could write like her, it came not even close. No deep thoughts or contemplations, I just wrote down what interested me and what went on in my life. When I grew older and met my hubby I stopped. But in difficult times I often took a notebook and wrote about what happened and how I felt about it. Somehow it works liberating to write your troubles down, as if it takes away a bit of weight and room from the brain to make way for other, more pleasant thoughts. More and more I get the feeling that this blog, without knowing it beforehand, is going to do the same.

All kinds of topics come up when I think of what I want to write about in this blog. When I started I thought it would be a kind of summary of reasons, events and steps I took to prepare for my journey in June. But, the more I think about the topics, this blog also becomes a way of expressing my feelings and emotions in a turbulent time where so many people lean on me, and I realise that going to Scotland is not just to go back and walk in one of the most beautiful parts of it. Most of all it’s a way to do something all by myself and for myself, and to have something that is mine!

It’s MY walk, MY journey, MY adventure.