Ok, so as I am sitting here stuffed, absolutely stuffed, I wonder: why do I keep doing this to myself…
I ate so much food and most of it in the last 3 hours, see I am trying to live an healthier life so I try (big emphasis on try) to work out regularly and eat healthy.
Eating healthy isn’t even the biggest problem because you get used to the taste of carrots and hummus and lettuce… It never beats a burger or a pizza though.
So here I am trying to fit back into my smaller size jeans and getting ready for summer and the possibility of me wearing a bikini and I eat a load of shite.
I hear that a big part of trying to lose weight is also forgiving yourself if you do cheat a little but how is one supposed to forgive themselves for cheating a lot or regularly? I think I might need a sponsor that I can call every time I feel like eating an entire KFC restaurant (I always feel nauseous after) but I still would. Does something like this exist?
Maybe I can hang up posted around my house and in work that have inspiring quotes.
“You are what you eat”
“Eat salads not pizzas”
“A dress size was not lost in one day”
“Feel the lettuce, be the lettuce, you are the lettuce”
“The apple does not fall far from the tree” - - > Apple is healthy and because it falls far away you have to run to go get it, which is exercise.
Oke last one I promise.
“Living la vida healthy”
This could actually work and I will sure try again tomorrow but for now I forgive myself for eating all that I did today.
Tomorrow when the cravings come along I will ask myself, do I have to eat this?
The answer will be: “of course I don’t fucking have to”
Good night, sleep tight and eat healthy!
Tuesday, 27 March 2018
Friday, 23 March 2018
Horses and dating. Not dating horses.
Hi,
I know it must have seemed like I died, I didn’t, wasn’t writing much either though.
Welcome to new people, I hope you are ready for sarcasm and jokes that might send me straight to hell.
Thanks for giving this a go. I want to tell you about dating and how its similar to buying a horse.
See when you mentally prepare yourself for buying a horse, you’re getting ready for a possible commitment, financially and emotionally. You have to spend time with the horse to get to know it and see if you like it and get along even. Same with dating. You scout and find a potential human that maybe you could marry or definitely would not.
Now when you find that horse, you’ve seen each other once a week for a few weeks and nothing yet had made you think that this horse is rotten. You want to be careful but you cant help yourself and might get a little excited. Same goes with dating a human. Youre not buying wedding dresses yet but maybe you’ve dreamed about a venue. (now remember this is all theoretical/ hypothetical, not to be taken seriously).
Anyway you have decided to buy that horse, so you get a lot of cash and walk down to where your horse is staying and when you arrive there (remember you’re very excited) the horse is dead.
Dead. But how and why? You were becoming friends and had such good talks.
If the horse was human and alive and granted able to speak this would be the part where the horse would say “I am not looking for a serious riding partner”, “It’s not you, neigh, its me”.
I hope you guys get the metaphor and if not, hay there are plenty of horses in the field!
Good day!
I know it must have seemed like I died, I didn’t, wasn’t writing much either though.
Welcome to new people, I hope you are ready for sarcasm and jokes that might send me straight to hell.
Thanks for giving this a go. I want to tell you about dating and how its similar to buying a horse.
See when you mentally prepare yourself for buying a horse, you’re getting ready for a possible commitment, financially and emotionally. You have to spend time with the horse to get to know it and see if you like it and get along even. Same with dating. You scout and find a potential human that maybe you could marry or definitely would not.
Now when you find that horse, you’ve seen each other once a week for a few weeks and nothing yet had made you think that this horse is rotten. You want to be careful but you cant help yourself and might get a little excited. Same goes with dating a human. Youre not buying wedding dresses yet but maybe you’ve dreamed about a venue. (now remember this is all theoretical/ hypothetical, not to be taken seriously).
Anyway you have decided to buy that horse, so you get a lot of cash and walk down to where your horse is staying and when you arrive there (remember you’re very excited) the horse is dead.
Dead. But how and why? You were becoming friends and had such good talks.
If the horse was human and alive and granted able to speak this would be the part where the horse would say “I am not looking for a serious riding partner”, “It’s not you, neigh, its me”.
I hope you guys get the metaphor and if not, hay there are plenty of horses in the field!
Good day!
New year new me.
Hi,
New year, new me. I dislike that saying but I do say it a lot.
At any point people can change or decide to do something different. I have decided to pick up writing or blogging if you prefer, again after a long break. I realized that I missed writing things down because its a good way of getting things off your chest but I also realized that a lot of the story's I tell to people face to face, that they'll eventually get lost or forgotten and this way I can never forget and neither can you guys. So you're welcome!
So new year, new photos, new experiences and new writing material. Same me though, still sarcastic and lazy, still enjoy beers and cheese. Be ready for anything!
Thanks for checking in, write ya later!
New year, new me. I dislike that saying but I do say it a lot.
At any point people can change or decide to do something different. I have decided to pick up writing or blogging if you prefer, again after a long break. I realized that I missed writing things down because its a good way of getting things off your chest but I also realized that a lot of the story's I tell to people face to face, that they'll eventually get lost or forgotten and this way I can never forget and neither can you guys. So you're welcome!
So new year, new photos, new experiences and new writing material. Same me though, still sarcastic and lazy, still enjoy beers and cheese. Be ready for anything!
Thanks for checking in, write ya later!
Thursday, 24 April 2014
Drunken escapades
"No more drunken escapades Emma" is what my dad told me. "Might not be a good idea to post all of your drunken escapades onto your blog". Thats the downside of your parents being 2 of 6 loyal readers.
It makes sense, although I dont think anyone really knows of my blog let alone possible big company owning business men who want to give me a job BUT Ill try and make this a respectable post, knowning myself that might be difficult.
Yesterday was `my one month back in Holland anniversary` (these days I have an anniversary for everything), so I thought a post would be in order!!!
As Im sure you all know, I have started my new job and have become more used to the way things work. Even though they changed the menu just after I remember all the courses.... they also changed around the fridges, so I was able to grab a coke without looking and noooow I have to start all over again... So in 3 weeks I should be back on track, again...
A lot of my colleagues tell me all the time "you look like Sean" and I have to keep telling them that he looks like me seeing as I am older. I think they have accepted me sooner because he already works there and gets along with everyone, so I suppose its a plus really!! Also a constant reminder that we do reaaally look alike also humor wise, we could be twins (someone actually said that).
Only thing I have to get used to is that they have a boat outside and now that the weather is getting better it is getting busier, not a bad thing but the boat is kindaa far away from the bar and kitchen, so 3 plates become heavy reaaaally fast and then I just keep telling myself "dont drop em, dont you dare drop em", havent dropped a plate or a tray full of drinks yet *knocks on wood* but my wrist is getting kinda sore again (might also be the falling off the bike incident).
One thing that pisses me off though is the employee bathroom. There are 3 toilets, 2 for men and 1 for women.. I think that is weird because we all know that women have to pee all the time!! But sure, thats not what pisses me off. What pisses me off is that the light in the bathroom reacts to movement which means that if you are sitting down, relaxed and trying to pee, the light turns off..... I dont know anyone that has to pee and make frantic hand movements but now I do. I have spend most of the time in the darkness... Imagine peeing and waving at the same time? I can imagine I look retarded. Probably something like this.
Anyways, enough story's of me peeing...
I am now also, almost have health insurance... Been here a month not even insured but thats because they emailed my parents for more information and dad ignores their emails. I dont blame him. So hopefully next week I can go out and break a leg or go to the dentist.
I also tried doing a jobtest (what-to-do-with-your-life-test) but I think I will remain useless for the remaining years of my life... Nothing that comes out of these things makes me go: YEAAAH I WANT TO DO THAT, I WANT TO SPEND 4000 EUROS ON BOOKS AND GO TO SCHOOL FOR THE NEXT 4 YEARS. I am assuming thats kinda how you feel when you find something that you want to do?
Looked at registering for a gym ( yes, looked at). One step at the time.
Going to a concert on tomorrow, a band called Of mice & men, look them up. I am now hoping my insurance starts tomorrow...
Also its Queens/Kings day on Saturday, so there should be enough "drunken escapades" I can tell you about next week!!
For now I hope you'll enjoy that image in your head of me peeing!!
It makes sense, although I dont think anyone really knows of my blog let alone possible big company owning business men who want to give me a job BUT Ill try and make this a respectable post, knowning myself that might be difficult.
Yesterday was `my one month back in Holland anniversary` (these days I have an anniversary for everything), so I thought a post would be in order!!!
As Im sure you all know, I have started my new job and have become more used to the way things work. Even though they changed the menu just after I remember all the courses.... they also changed around the fridges, so I was able to grab a coke without looking and noooow I have to start all over again... So in 3 weeks I should be back on track, again...
A lot of my colleagues tell me all the time "you look like Sean" and I have to keep telling them that he looks like me seeing as I am older. I think they have accepted me sooner because he already works there and gets along with everyone, so I suppose its a plus really!! Also a constant reminder that we do reaaally look alike also humor wise, we could be twins (someone actually said that).
Only thing I have to get used to is that they have a boat outside and now that the weather is getting better it is getting busier, not a bad thing but the boat is kindaa far away from the bar and kitchen, so 3 plates become heavy reaaaally fast and then I just keep telling myself "dont drop em, dont you dare drop em", havent dropped a plate or a tray full of drinks yet *knocks on wood* but my wrist is getting kinda sore again (might also be the falling off the bike incident).
One thing that pisses me off though is the employee bathroom. There are 3 toilets, 2 for men and 1 for women.. I think that is weird because we all know that women have to pee all the time!! But sure, thats not what pisses me off. What pisses me off is that the light in the bathroom reacts to movement which means that if you are sitting down, relaxed and trying to pee, the light turns off..... I dont know anyone that has to pee and make frantic hand movements but now I do. I have spend most of the time in the darkness... Imagine peeing and waving at the same time? I can imagine I look retarded. Probably something like this.
I am now also, almost have health insurance... Been here a month not even insured but thats because they emailed my parents for more information and dad ignores their emails. I dont blame him. So hopefully next week I can go out and break a leg or go to the dentist.
I also tried doing a jobtest (what-to-do-with-your-life-test) but I think I will remain useless for the remaining years of my life... Nothing that comes out of these things makes me go: YEAAAH I WANT TO DO THAT, I WANT TO SPEND 4000 EUROS ON BOOKS AND GO TO SCHOOL FOR THE NEXT 4 YEARS. I am assuming thats kinda how you feel when you find something that you want to do?
Looked at registering for a gym ( yes, looked at). One step at the time.
Going to a concert on tomorrow, a band called Of mice & men, look them up. I am now hoping my insurance starts tomorrow...
Also its Queens/Kings day on Saturday, so there should be enough "drunken escapades" I can tell you about next week!!
For now I hope you'll enjoy that image in your head of me peeing!!
Thursday, 3 April 2014
Welcome Home
Now my laptop has been on for a while and its very hot on my lap but some things never change.
Have been back home for a week now and I must say I am very happy that I decided to come back. Let me give you an update of my first week back home.
I arrived on Saturday and my boyfriend came to pick me up which was wonderful, as were driving home I notice that he is texting a lot and my mother was also kinda pushy on "where are you" "hurry up" I asked the boyfriend, is anything going on? Why does my mum want me to come home so bad? I was starving so had to stop at McDonald's to get something to eat. My mom was saying nooo Emma leave it, eat something when you get home but who will swap a burger for a sandwich? I dont. As we "finally" arrive home there was a piece of paper on the door with different photos of me with my friends and family which said "Welcome home" now my mind is going "mmmmhhhhhh whats going on?" I walk inside the house and there is my grandmother and as I say hello the rest of the family comes walking in "Surpriseeeee" Ahhh so thats why my mom wanted me to come home. But that was not all, after I said hi to rest of the family all my friends come walking out of the backyard "SURPRISEEEE". I was delighted seeing as I have surprise multiple people with surprise visits and partys. Now I had been telling my friends for a few weeks, "hows organizing the surprise party going" "but you can bring your girlfriend to the surprise party" "maybe thats an idea for my surprise party" and all they kept saying was: "what surprise party" "there is no surprise party" "you left, so were not throwing you a surprise party" I must admit the last one hurt a little.
After a few drinks in the house and after the family went home a few of us went into town for a few more drinks (as you do). Decided to waste no time in finding my friend a boyfriend (she wasnt to happy with my choices) funny enough most of the guys I spoke to didnt even speak Dutch which was alright seeing as I am still struggling to speak Dutch again full time. Was a good night and I behaved, no weird drunken acts but then again that happened later on in the week....
My bike got stolen within 3/4 days of being back home, that really pissed me off... Also bought a new/second hand/probably stolen bike buttt for 45 euros I dont care, bought a nice pink/green lock for 20 euros so this bike cant go anywhere.
Had a job interview in a nice restaurant where my brother also works, they hired me so now I can annoy him basically all the time. Had my first day there yesterday and all everyone told me was "You look like Sean"and I kept telling people that I was here before he was but not for them....
Tuesday I went for a "few" drinks with a few people I used to work with. Nowwww a few with those people is never really a good idea as I have learned (relearned I must say). At 1 my boyfriend finished work and stayed for a few drinks but then went home. I should have gone with him but I told him that I could still speak and I could go for a few more (I couldnt speak though). Stayed in the one place till it closed and then 3 of us went to a different pub which stays open till 6 in the morning, which is actually very bad. We walked down and noticed my bag was very heavy, once inside I looked inside my bag and found 2 lemons, a candle, a shiiiiiiiiit load of coasters and some kitchen roll..... Now I was a little lost but was pretty sure I didnt put them there (I have great friends). Once I got home the kitchen roll and coasters were gone, no idea where they went though.... In the pub we had a few more beers and I think it was around 5 when we said "time to go home" Now my friends had decided that I would take a taxi back home and they locked my bike and stole the keys, called and paid for a taxi and put me in it. Dont remember telling the guy where I lived but he got me there, kinda, because before we were really there I had to get sick so I told him to just dump me here and I walked home. Good thing I didnt get sick in the taxi.... Once I got home I was so happy to see my bed ( I reaaaallyyy should have gone home with the boyfriend) I climbed in and the next time I woke up was when my mom came into the room and said "Emma, why did you leave the front door open" I cant really remember what I said but I am sure it was something like "GHgrhgrmgmmmmhhhffff" Now at the time I thought that was 15 mins after I came home but this was around 8 in the morning, which means I left the front door open for about 3 hours..... Not the best move I made really... My parents are reaaallyy happy I am home...
The next morning my brother comes into my room and tells me I left the front door open... yesss so Ive heard. He also told me that his boss wants to call me so I told him sure give him my number. Now I thought he'd call me to tell me whether I got the job or not. An email was sent to me the day before to tell me I got the job but for some weird reason I never got the email until later on on Wednesday... My Phone.... He called and asked if I wanted to work today, as I was kinda going "aaaaahhhhh I am kinda hungover" (in my head) I told him suureee for a few hours? Yes 12 till 5. I figured I could do that, as I was taking shower I realized that I have no bike... soooo asked my brother for a lift, he agreed. Now I am eating a sandwich and taking paracetamol for life and drinking water to try and fix my body. And because we stopped at a traffic light I had to get off the bike, to stop it from tumbling over. Light turns green and Sean had built up some speed so I jumped on the back of the bike with both legs on the same side (how ladies sit) now I have no clue what the fuck I did because I managed to kinda jump over the bike so I fell off the other end where I jumped on to.... Me holding water and food and painkillers there was no helping me.. Sean was going maaad, "Emma!!! WHAT THE FUCK" I was just laughing... I have an ugly looking wound on my elbow and twisted my wrist a little. Ended up being in pain and smelling like alcohol on my first day... I told my boss and explained to him that obviously if I knew the day before that I was working I wouldnt have drank like a mad eejit....
Anyways, wasnt such a bad day, now I think its funny.
Other than all that alcoholic madness I have also enjoyed a few days without alcohol and just pure shopping and enjoying the sunny 22 degrees weather!! Ohhh hooow Ive missed that.
Well thats my first week anyways!!
Have been back home for a week now and I must say I am very happy that I decided to come back. Let me give you an update of my first week back home.
I arrived on Saturday and my boyfriend came to pick me up which was wonderful, as were driving home I notice that he is texting a lot and my mother was also kinda pushy on "where are you" "hurry up" I asked the boyfriend, is anything going on? Why does my mum want me to come home so bad? I was starving so had to stop at McDonald's to get something to eat. My mom was saying nooo Emma leave it, eat something when you get home but who will swap a burger for a sandwich? I dont. As we "finally" arrive home there was a piece of paper on the door with different photos of me with my friends and family which said "Welcome home" now my mind is going "mmmmhhhhhh whats going on?" I walk inside the house and there is my grandmother and as I say hello the rest of the family comes walking in "Surpriseeeee" Ahhh so thats why my mom wanted me to come home. But that was not all, after I said hi to rest of the family all my friends come walking out of the backyard "SURPRISEEEE". I was delighted seeing as I have surprise multiple people with surprise visits and partys. Now I had been telling my friends for a few weeks, "hows organizing the surprise party going" "but you can bring your girlfriend to the surprise party" "maybe thats an idea for my surprise party" and all they kept saying was: "what surprise party" "there is no surprise party" "you left, so were not throwing you a surprise party" I must admit the last one hurt a little.
After a few drinks in the house and after the family went home a few of us went into town for a few more drinks (as you do). Decided to waste no time in finding my friend a boyfriend (she wasnt to happy with my choices) funny enough most of the guys I spoke to didnt even speak Dutch which was alright seeing as I am still struggling to speak Dutch again full time. Was a good night and I behaved, no weird drunken acts but then again that happened later on in the week....
My bike got stolen within 3/4 days of being back home, that really pissed me off... Also bought a new/second hand/probably stolen bike buttt for 45 euros I dont care, bought a nice pink/green lock for 20 euros so this bike cant go anywhere.
Had a job interview in a nice restaurant where my brother also works, they hired me so now I can annoy him basically all the time. Had my first day there yesterday and all everyone told me was "You look like Sean"and I kept telling people that I was here before he was but not for them....
Tuesday I went for a "few" drinks with a few people I used to work with. Nowwww a few with those people is never really a good idea as I have learned (relearned I must say). At 1 my boyfriend finished work and stayed for a few drinks but then went home. I should have gone with him but I told him that I could still speak and I could go for a few more (I couldnt speak though). Stayed in the one place till it closed and then 3 of us went to a different pub which stays open till 6 in the morning, which is actually very bad. We walked down and noticed my bag was very heavy, once inside I looked inside my bag and found 2 lemons, a candle, a shiiiiiiiiit load of coasters and some kitchen roll..... Now I was a little lost but was pretty sure I didnt put them there (I have great friends). Once I got home the kitchen roll and coasters were gone, no idea where they went though.... In the pub we had a few more beers and I think it was around 5 when we said "time to go home" Now my friends had decided that I would take a taxi back home and they locked my bike and stole the keys, called and paid for a taxi and put me in it. Dont remember telling the guy where I lived but he got me there, kinda, because before we were really there I had to get sick so I told him to just dump me here and I walked home. Good thing I didnt get sick in the taxi.... Once I got home I was so happy to see my bed ( I reaaaallyyy should have gone home with the boyfriend) I climbed in and the next time I woke up was when my mom came into the room and said "Emma, why did you leave the front door open" I cant really remember what I said but I am sure it was something like "GHgrhgrmgmmmmhhhffff" Now at the time I thought that was 15 mins after I came home but this was around 8 in the morning, which means I left the front door open for about 3 hours..... Not the best move I made really... My parents are reaaallyy happy I am home...
The next morning my brother comes into my room and tells me I left the front door open... yesss so Ive heard. He also told me that his boss wants to call me so I told him sure give him my number. Now I thought he'd call me to tell me whether I got the job or not. An email was sent to me the day before to tell me I got the job but for some weird reason I never got the email until later on on Wednesday... My Phone.... He called and asked if I wanted to work today, as I was kinda going "aaaaahhhhh I am kinda hungover" (in my head) I told him suureee for a few hours? Yes 12 till 5. I figured I could do that, as I was taking shower I realized that I have no bike... soooo asked my brother for a lift, he agreed. Now I am eating a sandwich and taking paracetamol for life and drinking water to try and fix my body. And because we stopped at a traffic light I had to get off the bike, to stop it from tumbling over. Light turns green and Sean had built up some speed so I jumped on the back of the bike with both legs on the same side (how ladies sit) now I have no clue what the fuck I did because I managed to kinda jump over the bike so I fell off the other end where I jumped on to.... Me holding water and food and painkillers there was no helping me.. Sean was going maaad, "Emma!!! WHAT THE FUCK" I was just laughing... I have an ugly looking wound on my elbow and twisted my wrist a little. Ended up being in pain and smelling like alcohol on my first day... I told my boss and explained to him that obviously if I knew the day before that I was working I wouldnt have drank like a mad eejit....
Anyways, wasnt such a bad day, now I think its funny.
Other than all that alcoholic madness I have also enjoyed a few days without alcohol and just pure shopping and enjoying the sunny 22 degrees weather!! Ohhh hooow Ive missed that.
Well thats my first week anyways!!
Friday, 21 March 2014
That will be all, for now
So as I am sitting behind my computer listening to my music and thinking about the last week I realise that this will be my last blog from Ireland.
Have not been in work for the last week which lets face it, is brilliant!!
Had my goodbye party last friday and there were a good 20 people there, shame only 5 people I knew... Now this was of course a brilliant night, first I went to see a friends apartment and that place, omg, was amazing. Am very jealous, as we walked down to the pub I walked past my old and first apartment and picked up a chicken fillet role, how ill miss those! Basically it was a little trip down memory lane.
In the pub after a few beers I started to realise that "damnit I wont see these people for a while" but tried my best not to cry... I got yelled at by a guy who was in the female bathroom.... I told him to "atleast wash his hands" after using the LADIES ROOM, and he told me to go: "wash your face BITCH"... I didnt really know what to say and neither did any of the other girls in there but sure I thought it was funny anyways. Specially as there is never realy anything on my face I can wash. I am pretty sure freckles are there for life right?
Then people started going home and it was time for me to go and catch my bus, I failed miserable and ended up getting a taxi home from Heuston station to Kildare town. NOW for anyone wondering how much that would be and would it be worth it? NAH NAH NAH its not.... cost me 85 euros good thing I didnt get sick in the car because that would have added another 90 euros to my bill. Just for the record I didnt get sick at all.
Got to spend my last Paddys days which was spent with uncle Aidan so thats always a good one. Nothing weird though, sorry to disappoint my faithful readers, no falling down, no making "snow angels" on the ground, it was a pretty well behaved night. (dont be sad though, pretty sure the first week in Holland will give yous plenty of embarrassing (for me) storys).
As I am writing a long my cousin comes in and has to say goodbye because she wont be here tomorrow for our goodbye breakfast. Sad moments.
Yesterday as I was trying to wake up I got a call from and old colleague (week old) to say he was in town and if I wanted to go for coffee, now I said yes because we hadnt said goodbye yet. We ended up driving around the county and stopped wherever we thought we could get some good pics, he introduced me to a "fish-eye lens"brilliant little thing. I now want one. Nice and sunny day and probably the healthy-est thing Ive done in the last week!!
That was basically my last week here in Ireland. Of course there was/is (still) a lot of packing going on. Nothing fits in the cases so I might wear a lot of clothes. Marvin you might be looking for a round/fat lady coming out of the baggage hall.
Now things to look forward to back home? I have a job interview on Thursday, nothing fancy but sure it will do.
We have a summer trip to Italy to book and plan. Lots of plans to go to the gym and get the sexy beachbodys on, in all fairness we might just all end up looking like whales. I am lazy and I drag people down like that!!
Go out with the gang and just continue where we left off. Have to find one of the girls a boyfriend. I am good in embarrassing my friends too so shouldnt be that much of a problem to walk up to a guy and tell him about my pretty friend in the corner.
There are concerts to go to and festivals to try and get tickets for (that is wishful thinking btw).
But most of all what I want to be doing is travel around, go see other countries with the wonderful boyfriend, get sunburned (probably A LOT), get lost, end up sleeping in the car. All of these things are possible when youre me!!
Basically this post is a mess, sorry about that, so much stuff in my mind and things to be sad about but things to look forward to. Anyway next post will be from the flatlands but Ill still write them in English, no worries there.
Slán
Have not been in work for the last week which lets face it, is brilliant!!
Had my goodbye party last friday and there were a good 20 people there, shame only 5 people I knew... Now this was of course a brilliant night, first I went to see a friends apartment and that place, omg, was amazing. Am very jealous, as we walked down to the pub I walked past my old and first apartment and picked up a chicken fillet role, how ill miss those! Basically it was a little trip down memory lane.
In the pub after a few beers I started to realise that "damnit I wont see these people for a while" but tried my best not to cry... I got yelled at by a guy who was in the female bathroom.... I told him to "atleast wash his hands" after using the LADIES ROOM, and he told me to go: "wash your face BITCH"... I didnt really know what to say and neither did any of the other girls in there but sure I thought it was funny anyways. Specially as there is never realy anything on my face I can wash. I am pretty sure freckles are there for life right?
Then people started going home and it was time for me to go and catch my bus, I failed miserable and ended up getting a taxi home from Heuston station to Kildare town. NOW for anyone wondering how much that would be and would it be worth it? NAH NAH NAH its not.... cost me 85 euros good thing I didnt get sick in the car because that would have added another 90 euros to my bill. Just for the record I didnt get sick at all.
Got to spend my last Paddys days which was spent with uncle Aidan so thats always a good one. Nothing weird though, sorry to disappoint my faithful readers, no falling down, no making "snow angels" on the ground, it was a pretty well behaved night. (dont be sad though, pretty sure the first week in Holland will give yous plenty of embarrassing (for me) storys).
As I am writing a long my cousin comes in and has to say goodbye because she wont be here tomorrow for our goodbye breakfast. Sad moments.
Yesterday as I was trying to wake up I got a call from and old colleague (week old) to say he was in town and if I wanted to go for coffee, now I said yes because we hadnt said goodbye yet. We ended up driving around the county and stopped wherever we thought we could get some good pics, he introduced me to a "fish-eye lens"brilliant little thing. I now want one. Nice and sunny day and probably the healthy-est thing Ive done in the last week!!
That was basically my last week here in Ireland. Of course there was/is (still) a lot of packing going on. Nothing fits in the cases so I might wear a lot of clothes. Marvin you might be looking for a round/fat lady coming out of the baggage hall.
Now things to look forward to back home? I have a job interview on Thursday, nothing fancy but sure it will do.
We have a summer trip to Italy to book and plan. Lots of plans to go to the gym and get the sexy beachbodys on, in all fairness we might just all end up looking like whales. I am lazy and I drag people down like that!!
Go out with the gang and just continue where we left off. Have to find one of the girls a boyfriend. I am good in embarrassing my friends too so shouldnt be that much of a problem to walk up to a guy and tell him about my pretty friend in the corner.
There are concerts to go to and festivals to try and get tickets for (that is wishful thinking btw).
But most of all what I want to be doing is travel around, go see other countries with the wonderful boyfriend, get sunburned (probably A LOT), get lost, end up sleeping in the car. All of these things are possible when youre me!!
Basically this post is a mess, sorry about that, so much stuff in my mind and things to be sad about but things to look forward to. Anyway next post will be from the flatlands but Ill still write them in English, no worries there.
Slán
Wednesday, 5 March 2014
Home and home
Home sweet home.
Is something a lot of people say whenever they get back from
their holidays or after a stressful day at work.
What happens though if multiple places can be home?
For me, Holland is home because I was born there, went to school there and made my friends there. I feel at home at my aunts place and my grandmothers. Ill grab a drink from the fridge and wont even feel weird about it.
Home because I can cycle with my eyes closed and know exactly where to turn left or right. Home because corners or streets have a story or a memory attached to them. Home because I had my first job there and could spend my first hard earned money. Home.
For me, Holland is home because I was born there, went to school there and made my friends there. I feel at home at my aunts place and my grandmothers. Ill grab a drink from the fridge and wont even feel weird about it.
Home because I can cycle with my eyes closed and know exactly where to turn left or right. Home because corners or streets have a story or a memory attached to them. Home because I had my first job there and could spend my first hard earned money. Home.
Ireland for me is also home. Going on holiday every summer
as a kid I always stayed with family and now their homes feel like mine,
drawings and pictures on the wall remind me of summers, playing with the
cousins. The sewing pieces my grandmother has on the wall that I used to look
at every time I walked up the stairs. The football pitch where I won a price
for “the most improved player of the week” (a little sad, I know). Climbing the
round tower each year and waving at the family down below. My first own
apartment ever, was in Dublin and that is an experience that I will never
forget. First time away from the nest in a country you didn’t grow up, you
learn so much about yourself and others. Ive learned who my friends are and
that not all people are nice.
Both these countries have given me so much to remember and
to think about that it is very hard to think about where do I want to spend the
rest of my life? I love Ireland, the countryside, the fresh air, the pubs and
the music. But I hate the public transport and the healthcare system. I love
Holland mainly for my friends and family but I have also learned to appreciate
the healthcare system and public transport, the fact that you can cycle nearly
everywhere.
The first year that you are away from your home that you’ve always
known is exciting, you are still discovering and there isn’t a lot of time for
missing, the year after that you are more used to the country and start to get
annoyed with things which will make you miss your first home.
I have decided to move back to Holland within the next
month, I handed in my notice in work and am moving out of my apartment at the
end of this week.
Am I making the right choice? I will never be sure but I
think for the moment I am. I will miss Ireland and my family and friends that I
made but for now Holland is where I want to be.
Maybe in 4 years Ill be back for more now that I know what I
can expect but no one can know anything for sure.
Point is, that home is where the heart lies and at this
point in life the heart lies in Holland.
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