It just hit me earlier, out of the blue, out of nowhere… I was preparing lunch and my mind wandered off thinking about my friends and my mother. She had a stroke and it’s bothering me. She recovered well enough to send me a letter; I received it last week, she sounds very confused and didn’t finish some sentences. Perhaps I feel homesick because I’ve only been working lately, trying to finish a never ending project, my portfolio and website. Or maybe because I had a slice of rye crisp bread with peanut butter [Teso’s which is not as nice as Calvé]. I don’t know what caused it but I’m happy that we didn’t move to New Zealand or Australia in the end. If this gets worse I can at least book a plane and be in Amsterdam in an hour…

Craving