"I miss our home on Ibiza"
"I miss the couch"
"I miss the balcony"
"And also....my own bed there"
Things my daughter told me this morning...
Things I've been feeling for a long time as well, but wasn't able to share with either my husband or daughter, out of fear...
Fear what that feeling would mean
Fear that it would cause us to move again
That's why I've been focusing so much on "making it work" here in The Netherlands.
Trying to somehow build a life here that would have the same elements as we had in Ibiza.... but obviously that's impossible.
There's something about that island that never really lets me go
I know many people feel the same way in The Netherlands, but I haven't been able to find anyone who is willing to admit that and change their life here as well.
It's like we all agreed to be a certain way here and once we go to Ibiza we let all of that go...
We let go of the stress
We let go of the worries
We let go of the responsibilities
And we just go with the flow
But don't get me wrong, there's a whole different side to the island as well when you really live there and TRUST me, I know all about that!
But somehow that's still more attractive than what life offers us here in The Netherlands
Maybe we're supposed to go back
Maybe we're supposed to stay
I'm not sure, but what I do know, is that my home will always be Ibiza.