Happy Birthday To Me
Well everyone its official I am 24. I have entered my Mid 20's.
I had a GREAT birthday. Filled with wonderful people, far to much wine. A brass band, who did by the way play me happy birthday and let me nicely dance on stage and make a complete fool of myself, as well as a little kareoke.
Cake, pie, random office visits, being attacked by balloons and in the end more wine. More then I could ever had asked for. Thank you to everyone who helped to make my day so special!
I know there is something I am forgetting but I can not express how happy it all made me. My family of interns really did everything to make my birthday as amazing as possible.
Though one thing I do have to say is that I don't understand yet another Dutch tradition. You are required to bring your own cake on your birthday! What is up with that. If I did that in Canada, people would, really, feel sorry for me. I now understand the phrase going Dutch so much more!
Here are some Pictures!
I can not hide my eyes
One thing I love so much about the idea of taking yourself out of your comfort zone and putting it into an entirely different context is great wealth of knowledge you seem to naturally adapt! This can be knowledge about you, about the world, about other people, about so many things.
For the past couple of weeks people have been asking me what do you miss the most from home? This has become a surprisingly hard answer to come up with. I mean I miss my friends, my family, my dogs, driving, and a home cooked meal. I miss all of those things and more. Though there is something I miss so much, and it something I didn’t even know was that important to me.
I miss being seen.
I mean yea people see me everyday. I think people are even getting to see the real me and could be on the verge of getting who I am. There may even be one person I met here who really gets me; in a way I thought would never happen in such a short time.
In a friendship with time comes something that is so amazing. As you get to know a person you get to see more and more of them. Understand more about who they are and who they want to be. You start to really see them, beyond what is on the surface. I miss really being seen.
I miss sitting down for coffee with someone and me being able to go on about something and them understanding my reaction. Understand why maybe this trivial thing really does bother me. Yes there is the phone I could call them. Still they are not seeing me on the phone. I can hide my eyes on the phone I can not hide my eyes other places.
I miss being seen.
I miss being seen.
