I’m homeless. Officially since I closed the door of the last place I lived, August 2016. But it didn’t feel like that; I considered my tent to be my home – my sweet little mobile home: every day in a different place. I loved it!

Until something started to bother me. Despite being outdoors, in the woods, on the beach, up in the mountains – anywhere really – I still felt like my little cocoon was cutting me off from the outside world as soon as I closed the zippers. And so I started to sleep outside, next to my tent. Questioned myself if it made sense to carry a tent at all, if I preferred to sleep under the stars anyway … I talked to a few other travelers about the idea of continuing my trip with only a bivy bag and a simple tarp; they called me crazy.

They said I would regret it. That I was taking it to the extremes.

I disagreed, but I asked: Why? Because you need a tent.

What for? Just so, they said.

Reconsideration time

I started to doubt my idea. Maybe we all need a house, a tent in my case. But I strongly felt my desire to see what animals are visiting me at night … to feel the first touch of sunlight on my face in the morning … to notice the temperature drop just before sunrise and the breeze that comes with it … The desire to literally sleep under the stars. Simple as that.

Despite my high appreciation of other travelers and friends, I didn’t take their advise. I listened to my urge to experience the ultimate sense of freedom. And so I declared myself homeless.

The right decision

Sending back my tent from Georgia to The Netherlands would cost me over 150 Euros. It’s too good to leave behind but crazy expensive to send it by mail. Knowing it was a long shot, I asked around on social media if someone happened to travel back to Europe, and was willing to take back my tent for me. When Jur den Hamer replied with a ‘sure, no problem!’ I knew that it was the right decision. Not only that; I felt once again the incredible sense of solidarity among travelers. Someone who doesn’t know me at all spontaneously offers me his help … and I don’t have a single doubt that everything will be alright. Jur is driving his car back from Australia to The Netherlands – take a look at his trip here. In the short chat to arrange pick up etc. it turns out that both his beloved one and his daughter are involved in the same work as I am. The population of humanitarian workers, focusing on social inclusion isn’t that large, so it’s an exciting thought to find connections in Australia and New Zealand.

Thanks Jur, I truly appreciate you helping me out!

Enjoy the final stretch of your journey – looking forward to find out what’s next!

9 thoughts on “Homeless

  • March 22, 2019 at 12:20

    Anytime, Lobke, thanks for yr kind words. Don’t you just love firstmorninglightcoffee !!

  • March 22, 2019 at 12:22

    Anytime, Lobke, thnx for yr kind words.
    Don’t you just love firstmorninglightcoffee !!

    • March 24, 2019 at 15:58

      I do!
      Bivac advanced-level: have your stove within reaching distance … when nobody’s around to serve coffee on bed 🙂

  • March 22, 2019 at 15:13


    You are not homeless, but a finder.

    Your element is your natural tenement.

    Your habitat is with nature’s doormat

    With the world as your headquarters

    • March 24, 2019 at 15:56

      When waiting for the ice takes too long … go for the pigeons!
      Looking forward to the next BUD 🙂 🙂 🙂 When and where???

  • March 22, 2019 at 15:44

    Maar het komt zeker goed.

    Ik wil je nog melden dat onze stichting van vrijwilligers in het AZC een ANBI (Algemeen Nut Beogende Instelling) is geworden mede dankzij de laatste klus van je vader: het maken van een website voor ons.
    Omdat we ANBI zijn hoeven we geen belasting te betalen.

    Good luck!

    • March 24, 2019 at 15:52

      Hallo Jan! Ja hoor, komt zeker goed. Ik heb van m’n vader geleerd om de dingen op mijn eigen(wijze) manier aan te gaan 😉
      ANBI accreditatie is inderdaad een groot voordeel! Kijk, daar heeft ‘ie dan toch nog mooi ‘een stempel’ achtergelaten.
      Groetjes aan Maastricht!

  • March 22, 2019 at 23:37

    Wow Lobke, sleeping outside without a tent…..I can’t imaging. Because of the little Animals flying around by night and eat you up, or crawling over you, what about rain?…and you sent it back!!! No Plan B.
    But You know what you do. It’s allways a great pleasure to read the storys of your journey.


    • March 24, 2019 at 15:47

      Hi uwe! Animals are no problem; I do have a mesh ‘tent’to protect me from mosquitoes, snakes, spiders etc. I’ll use it when needed. Rain? I just need to set up a cover with the tarp or natural materials. No worries … rain will always stop at some point 🙂
      Hope you’re doing fine! I’m still singing your song from time to time!


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