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I love that I am but one of millions of single girls hitting the road by themselves these days. A hateful little ex- boyfriend once said that a house full of cats used to be the sign of a terminally single woman, but now it’s a house full of souvenirs acquired on foreign adventures.
Grand Place in Brussels, Belgium (@kmtwanderlust photo/May 2, 2011)
Street sign in Brussels, Belgium (@kmtwanderlust photo/May 6, 2011)
Flags hang along a street in Brussels, Belgium (@kmtwanderlust photo/May 6, 2011) … 476 more words
My dad was born in Papakura, New Zealand but came back to live in England when he was about 4. The story goes my Great Grandma, a lady my mum remembers often wearing jaunty sailor’s outfits, contacted my Grandma in New Zealand and told them there was a family house waiting in England. 500 more words