A few years after I returned from the US, I got the unsettling feeling I was doing something wrong. Nothing went the way I wanted it to. I wasn’t so much on a quest to my self proclaimed ‘rest of my life’, but on a quest to finding myself it seemed. I moved around so much, I didn’t understand people anymore and they didn’t understand me. I was a foreigner in my own country. I didn’t belong anywhere. So I saw a psychic and she said: ‘You have to stop lying’, and by that she meant ‘Start telling the truth about how you feel’. Wow, how do I feel?
The Surf of Life 