I don’t think it fully hit me until I said goodbye to my parents and sister at Schiphol. Walking away from them, toward the gates and security, something shifted. Between the noise, the early morning, the last hug, and the “be safe,” it suddenly clicked: holy shit… what am I actually doing? Not for a holiday. Not for a weekend. But six months. Six months felt serious. Especially for university. This wasn’t a small adventure anymore. This was real life, just somewhere else, wi

Where Time Slows Down and the Snow Starts to Speak. Sunset at camp. If you’re thinking, “Why on earth would anyone go to Lapland? It’s just ice and snow,” think again. When I was studying at Linköping University in Sweden, I had the chance to join a student trip to Lapland. And I hesitated, because honestly, I wasn’t sure how special “the middle of nowhere” could really be. But this trip turned out to be one of the best experiences of my life. Probably for the rest of my life