The blog of Christopher Gullmans
I know where I was born, but I don't know where I come from. I know where I live, but I don't know where I belong. I know what I call home right now, but I don't know how to hold on to it. I dream of permanence, but is that just a figment of... Continue Reading →
I always tell people that life is fair. The irony here is that I never quite believed it myself. I'd watch (and even help) people reach new heights, and yet, I'd feel like I was falling further and further behind. Echoes of my past told me I wasn't worth the same, and that some people... Continue Reading →
Everytime I've made drastic changes to my life I think "this is definitely the last time". It hasn't been so far. I'm sure it has something to do with my Fernweh, but it must be something more. I feel like I've journeyed in search for something --or someone-- to call home. And I do think... Continue Reading →
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