Author Archives: annemiekdickhout

The late afternoon sun is casting long shadows behind us. Happily you walk with me as we approach the gate. Out for an autumn forest ride. Our last forest ride. It’s only me who is melancholic, you have no clue. … Continue reading →

And suddenly I realized. It has been a year and a day. A year and a day that I have not been writing on my blog. A year and a day in which a lot has happened. A year and … Continue reading →

The weather is beautiful outside. It is 16 degrees Celsius, the sun is shining like there is no tomorrow, and yet it is autumn. I should go out on this sunny day to enjoy the last waves of summer. But frankly, … Continue reading →

By summer changing into autumn, I thought it was about time to transport my weblog to a new domain. I’m still trying to figure things out, at least all my old weblog posts are here, but I’m not sure that … Continue reading →

I think of you, you know. Every day of the week. I have conversations with you. In the shower, and in my bed, on my bike to school. How can I think of someone I don’t know? I see your … Continue reading →

There you are, in the garden, in the park, in the forest and even on the busstation. With a grin on your face you are challenging the world. Challenging the grumpy frozen people passing by to get a smile on … Continue reading →

It happened the morning of the 18th of December. Aka My Birthday. The evening before we -me and some of my roommates- had been playing a few games, drinking some wine, liquer and whiskey, and we started off my birthday … Continue reading →

What to do in a night when the sky is completely clear and the full moon is shining through my window? No chance for sleeping, so:Time for a new blog-entry that is! This night something light. I have been thinking … Continue reading →

You can try. Most of you have. To, when you don’t want to, think about nothing important. Mainly when you are on holiday, or having a lazy Sunday. (Why do those Sundays always end up in my blogs? It is … Continue reading →

The last thing I do before saying goodbye to my birth-house forever, is open the door off my old bedroom and take a moment on my all-time favourite spot in the house: My Balcony. I feel the warm autumn sun … Continue reading →