There are just certain things about home that I will never stop missing:

- the taste of fresh bread or brotchen with Gouda or Edam

- the necessity/ability to walk everywhere you need to go

- the cobblestones under your extremely comfortable echt leder  German shoes

- the church bells ringing every quarter hour

- Turkish Doner Kebaps

- the smell of woodsmoke and wet pavement

- Freschona Cornichons (crunchy pickles)

- the tile roofs

- seeing history all around you – the restored houses, the dates and plaques, the monuments

There’s just something about living in a place where evidence of past generations is all around you. It makes me step out of my own self-centred little world. It makes me aware of the past, aware of my small place in history.

A walk at home is so rich in detail, you feel so much closer to nature with the creeks running through the town, hiking paths leading you into the woods and pastures. The town is contained by hills, you have your bearings, it’s safe, quiet, peaceful.