The Number 23...

Today is a special day.

Not just because it’s the 23rd… my favorite number.

But because the 23rd is also the birthday of my lovely girlfriend, who I’m still kinda blown away I somehow found.

Out of all the places I’ve travelled to…

All the places I’ve lived…

Czech Republic, England, Malawi, South Africa, New Zealand and everything in between…

Somehow, after years of moving around the world, I ended up here in the Netherlands.

And found her.

It’s incredible when you really think about it.

One different turn.

One minute later.

An extra hour sitting on some beach or saying no to one random event… and my ass could be sitting somewhere completely different right now.

Maybe I wouldn’t even be writing this.

I think about this shit sometimes.

All those tiny turns in life that didn’t seem important at the time but somehow led to everything that came afterward.

Like me standing on the side of a road about 15 km from Cape Reinga in New Zealand at around 11:45 in the morning, trying to hitch a ride.

What if I got there one minute later?

Maybe I would’t end up in the Netherlands. And I’m saying that while realizing I’ve now been here for 17 years.

Seventeen fucking years.

That’s a lot to take in…

Anyway…

There’s one more thing about 23.

Michael Jordan wore number 23.

It’s my favorite number.

It’s my girlfriend’s birthday.

And now October 23rd is also the day I’m officially starting this little personal blog.

A place where I’ll share the projects I’m working on, photographs, random thoughts, things that happen, shit I’m thinking about… and basically document my life as it goes.

Where will that lead?

No fucking idea.

Which seems appropriate considering everything I just wrote.

Let’s go.