Name: Kim
Age: 25
Country: Belgium
Education: Bachelor in Office Management
Interests: languages, music, concerts, travel
E-mail: kim_damman@hotmail.com
Hey hey
I’ll mostly keep this blog as a means to talk about my adventures in New Zealand. Please ignore all the previous posts, which are random as hell. 
So. Taking this journey has been one of my dreams for as long as I can remember. But just like so many people, I seem to have a habit of postponing and not following through.
That was, however, until it occurred to me: I don’t want to look back on my life in fifty years, thinking regretting what could’ve been. Sure this is scary, for so many reasons. Well, one in particular. (some may know what i’m talking about) But i’ll see how it goes. Why worry about the future, when all we have is now, right?
Onward and forward!
It’s time to take some risks.
People have asked me before. Why oh why New Zealand, the furthest I could ever go.
You know, Europe is such a tiny part of the world, why limit yourself there? I want to learn about new cultures and most importantly, I want to experience it myself. I don’t want to hear some guy talking about how great it is, while i’m sitting on my ass watching the screen.
Also, the language… I’ve loved loved loved English since I was very little, for some unexplicable reason.
I just hope i’ll be able to improve my grammar somewhat, ’cause god knows it really sucks at times. Yeah yeah, i’m being anal about this. I love languages, what can I say.
Third and most importantly. NZ is supposedly the most beautiful country in this entire world.
No other words needed.
cheers
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Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening – Frost
