Home. Funny word that. Home is where my parents are. Or the hotel in whichever country I am travelling around. Or my bedroom in my flat share. Or my sisters’ flats, when they cook me good food. Or my friends’ homes, when I stay overnight. I have always felt like I am still searching for…

Running in Kockelscheuer

Running in Kockelscheuer, 1 May 2016 #nofilter Appreciating the majesty of living in my city, Luxembourg. Happy Sunday all! One love, peace xx

Thoughts on a postcard: revamped blog – what do you think?

Thoughts on a postcard: revamped blog – what do you think? So… having woken up at ridiculous o’clock again this morning, I decided that it was about time that I sat down and actually chose a decent theme to my blog – especially as it’s The Sound of One Hand Clapping’s one year anniversary; yay!

All weathers in one day… Luxembourg?!

  So, coming into work this morning, I basically saw the sun peeping up on the horizon and was thinking that maybe, just maybe, we might have a cold but sunny day for the whole day today… well, I was correct to a point, and then it started snowing!

While wondering Bali

Flying into Denpasar, Bali, at sunset, is an experience in itself. Cloud encircled the island’s mountain tops, and the orange light bathed the western beaches – I could just make out the tiny boats near the shoreline.

Oh, what a day, what a day

I was introduced to Tanya Stephens about 2 years ago by my flatmate, and very good friend and confidante, Wolff. We would crank up the volume, full on bass, and dance all over the flat (aka jumping wildly around, arms swinging all over the place, not giving a damn about how we looked because we’re…

It’s time to use your imagination!

#1 You find yourself peering out into the ocean. What do you feel? What is your first impression? #2 You find yourself walking through a dark, dank forest. What do you feel when you look down at the ground in this forest? #3 You find yourself staring at a flock of flying seagulls. What do…

Jojo, I simply do not want to be with you…

Why did you tell me that you love me, that you always have, and only just worked it out after nigh on 3 years? Why tell me that I am “the one, and always will be”? And then you said goodbye, told me we couldn’t try. Told me it’s too hard, we’re too far apart….