I've been back in America for quite some time, hence the halting of the blogs relating to my Swiss life.
A year after I left, I went back to Switzerland as an au pair, this time living in the French part. The blog for that is here.
If you're new to the blog and curious as to what my life was like, here's a few stories from my life abroad.
Fasnacht Review
First Day of School
Standard Day
Train Station Social Experiment
Rotex Weekend: Gridelwald
Love to Bike
Skiing
Sherlock Is Dead
Delightfulness In a Day
First Day With My Third Host Family
There's not much reason as to why I chose those blog entries. Mainly what caught my eye in 2010.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Friday, January 9, 2009
So...
This was a long day ago.Many a day.
It was ago.
As in… not recently.
...so our tour bus got attacked by a band of angry hippos in Italy so we got stranded so we stood on a dock so it was nice so the water was moving so we were all exchange student so I ate a pizza so I couldn’t go home so I bought a postcard...
[forwards]
Well, I guess there are a mere 5 or so months of school left.It feels kind of weird.
I mainly wish that all the rites of passage and traditions could be skip.
I don’t need the big graduation, I don’t need the Senior prom, I don’t need Senior party.
I’m ready to move on.
Monday, November 3, 2008
In Just a Day
How much
is my school
able to give
to kids in Africa
in just one day?
(when all I do is talk to a handful of people and hold out my jar with a cause)
Today, at school, I decided to see how much my classmates would be willing to, and able to give.
I admit, I had low expectations. My goal was $5 in change or so.
The day started with two cakes. I brought them to first period. Set them up on a table. And from there, anyone could take a piece. Anyone. And, if they wanted to, they could give some change or whatever to the kids in Africa.
My goal for period one was $2.
The first person to donate reached that goal -- thanks Collin.
Anyways, from there, it was simple as holding out the jar and asking. And people obliged. I never got a no, unless they didn't have money.
Quarters.
Nickles.
Pennies.
Dimes.
Dollar Bills.
Nickles.
Pennies.
Dimes.
Dollar Bills.
Inglemoor, you guys are awesome.
And in one day, $38.65 was raised.
We're raising money for Anaka Secondary School in Uganda.
We're not just looking for a temporary solution. We're working with Schools for Schools, realizing that for them to have a brighter future, we need to invest in their education.
Anyways, I'll be out again tommorow with the same jar.
The money has already been sent to Invisible Children.
Go to s4s.invisiblechildren.com for more information.
Thirty eight dollars and sixty five cents doesn't seem like a lot over here, but we'll make a difference.
(Update: The next day, $40 was raised)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
[free taco day]
Today was, is, Free Taco day at Taco Bell.
" Baseball and taco fans alike can get their free taco by simply visiting a participating Taco Bell restaurant on Tuesday, October 28 from 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. (local time). No purchase is required; one taco per customer."
I didn't even know I liked the place... until I tried a taco today.
It was delicious. Lecker. So warming.
Me and Sarah headed out there today after school. Ended up seeing Julia, Nick, Emily, Marie, peoples.
We all wanted free tacos.
" Baseball and taco fans alike can get their free taco by simply visiting a participating Taco Bell restaurant on Tuesday, October 28 from 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. (local time). No purchase is required; one taco per customer."
I didn't even know I liked the place... until I tried a taco today.
It was delicious. Lecker. So warming.
Me and Sarah headed out there today after school. Ended up seeing Julia, Nick, Emily, Marie, peoples.
We all wanted free tacos.
You should go get one. You still have two hours left.
And what? What is this beautiful occasion? Free tacos?
It has all and everything and most things to do with the World Series going on right now. When Jason Bartlet stole second base, he stole free tacos for America!
" "When I was running back out to the field for defense after the fifth inning, I was told that Taco Bell was going to give everyone in America a free taco," said Bartlett. "The first thing that crossed my mind was all of my buddies back home in California who are probably on their way to Taco Bell that very minute. It's pretty cool. I'm sure I'm going to get more than a few text messages from my friends thanking me for winning them a taco, I guess."
I think we have a new national hero on our hands.
Monday, August 25, 2008
"My Favourite Things Right Now"
Blog inspired by Leeland
My Favourite Things Right Now- Instruments that sounds like accordians (melodicas, harmonicas)
- Rice in plastic tubs
- Bed Sheets
- Random music from the Seattle region
- Kitchen timers
- Orange socks
- Masking tape
- Curling
- Annoying music makers (kazoos, nose flutes, etc.)
- Helping without getting cash in return
- Reading crappy books in one night
- Re-Con
- Biking
- Making plans
- Oatmeal
Clothes Lines
[Devin busking in Seattle]
"Am I doomed for a life of realizing that I am never going to be as ready as I always thought I would be?"
"Regardless, I have come to the understanding that life is pure procrastination...never really knowing the choices you are going to make or the topics you are going to write about until it comes down to crunch time and then you are forced to make a decision that you never have really decided on."
"Anyone else who reads this, I would love to know your opinions on the matter...plus it is always entertaining to find out who reads this crap haha."
-Rachel Kuenzi-
Hmmmm.
Hmmmm.
Hmmmm.
Hmmmm.
Hmmmm.
Make me think why don't you.
First, I will almost always read other people's "crap" as I dish it out like no other. I love recording my thoughts to look back on later and laugh at, reminenice, or hold onto.
I am going to put this out there... not sure if it is related to what Rachel said, but it is indeed inspired by it. Simply my reflections. Not answers. Personal interpretation.
"Am I doomed for a life of realizing that I am never going to be as ready as I always thought I would be?"
I think it is the other way around.
You are doomed for life thinking that you are never ready enough and holding back and waiting till you think you are ready.
Not ready to leave home.
Not ready for that job.
Not ready to actually throw yourself out into the world and see what you can do when you get away from the tini little micro society we call high school which is barely anything compared to the real world.
*interjection*
We just gotta go out there.
Throw ourselfs on the line.
See what happens.
I never really think I'm ready for anything.
But what do I have to loose in this life?
Nothing.
The only thing I don't want to loose is self respect.
" I have come to the understanding that life is pure procrastination...never really knowing the choices you are going to make..." "... until it comes down to crunch time and then you are forced to make a decision that you never have really decided on."
Thinking.
That I am.
That I am.
"Life is pure procrastication."
I think almost the entire time, we know what the decision will be, what we will choose. From the beginning, we know. Subconsciously.
But we have been raised to "make good decisions" and essentially ignore that tugging feeling in our stomach, heart, some vital organ.
Our minds are unbelieveable in what they are capable of doing.
But we still throw ourselfs into the pros and cons of matters, weighing the benifits, only to come to the decision we already knew.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
The Kitchen Cubboards and the Perseids Meteor Shower
The Kitchen Cubboards and the Perseids Meteor Shower
Back home.
Constricted.
Trapped.
Meteor Shower? Sounds like a plan.
So me, Sarah, and Brent headed out to check out the stars that night and perhaps see a few fly through the sky, well, meteors, flying, through the sky.
Space.
About to head up when *bang* we called Kiku! And she came with us.
We had a melodica, two guitars, nose flute, and kazoo... ready to go.
Stopped at Taco Time, loaded up on Mexi Fries.
Oh so good.
Greasy goodness.
Babies hate music.
And we drove.
And drove.
And drove.
40 miles there.
Where is there? Why, we went to Rattlesnake Lake, by Rattlesnake Ridge, by North Bend.
We got there and the parking lot was full. The park was closed. The lot park was full. So we parked anyways. Stocked up on blankets, tarps, food, essentials, and headed into the park.
Set up camp. Tarps underneath. Nest on top.
And then the night began.
Wow.
God's creation.
I was totally in awe. Out there, the lights of the world were blocked out, only stuff up there was worth our attention. Meteors flew.
Oh yes, they flew.
"I think it's peaking guys."
"It's peaking."
"Stop ruining my night vision."
*schriek*
Night vistors, our friends, the mice.
Fruit loops in the lake.
Watering the lake.
Sick on sugar.
Gummy Bears/Beef Jerkey/Fruit Bars/Chips/Fruit Loop Necklaces/Bagels
Yes, we could survive in the wilderness.
At one point, we heard a sharp scream from Kiku.
A mouse had invaded, between her and Brent.
Brave little mouse.
Would not go away.
Would not go away.
Would not go away.
That was not pleasing to us.
So we took the food back.
Yes. It was an amazing night. I mean, not that much can beet getting out there, in no where, with your friends. Just realaxing. Not having to do anything. See what is up in the sky.
And we are seriously missing a lot of stars from here in the suburbs. The light polution deletes a bunch of stars up there.
Thanks you guys.
For an awesome night.
I enjoyed it.
Back home.
Constricted.
Trapped.
Meteor Shower? Sounds like a plan.
So me, Sarah, and Brent headed out to check out the stars that night and perhaps see a few fly through the sky, well, meteors, flying, through the sky.
Space.
About to head up when *bang* we called Kiku! And she came with us.
We had a melodica, two guitars, nose flute, and kazoo... ready to go.
Stopped at Taco Time, loaded up on Mexi Fries.
Oh so good.
Greasy goodness.
Babies hate music.
And we drove.
And drove.
And drove.
40 miles there.
Where is there? Why, we went to Rattlesnake Lake, by Rattlesnake Ridge, by North Bend.
We got there and the parking lot was full. The park was closed. The lot park was full. So we parked anyways. Stocked up on blankets, tarps, food, essentials, and headed into the park.
Set up camp. Tarps underneath. Nest on top.
And then the night began.
Wow.
God's creation.
I was totally in awe. Out there, the lights of the world were blocked out, only stuff up there was worth our attention. Meteors flew.
Oh yes, they flew.
"I think it's peaking guys."
"It's peaking."
"Stop ruining my night vision."
*schriek*
Night vistors, our friends, the mice.
Fruit loops in the lake.
Watering the lake.
Sick on sugar.
Gummy Bears/Beef Jerkey/Fruit Bars/Chips/Fruit Loop Necklaces/Bagels
Yes, we could survive in the wilderness.
At one point, we heard a sharp scream from Kiku.
A mouse had invaded, between her and Brent.
Brave little mouse.
Would not go away.
Would not go away.
Would not go away.
That was not pleasing to us.
So we took the food back.
Yes. It was an amazing night. I mean, not that much can beet getting out there, in no where, with your friends. Just realaxing. Not having to do anything. See what is up in the sky.
And we are seriously missing a lot of stars from here in the suburbs. The light polution deletes a bunch of stars up there.
Thanks you guys.
For an awesome night.
I enjoyed it.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Rotary 5030
Gabby
USA--Ecuador
2008
[seattlesunset]
USA--Ecuador
2008
[seattlesunset]
We got to see everyone again.
I got to see everyone again.
(except for Miss Kenzie...)
Guess it was great.
I want to meet up with a lot of you again. Keep my sanity.
Jacob
USA -- Spain
Gabby
USA --Ecuador
2008
USA -- Spain
Gabby
USA --Ecuador
2008
Guess it is official.
I am now home.
In America.
But at least we have a lovely skyline to photographize.
Day At the Kuhlmans [fotoessay]
Wellah, I am working on transisting into the USA way of life, and was totally blessed when I had an invitation to visit the Big Rock Ranch, home of the Kuhlman family, for a lovely morning with Mrs. Kuhlman (Nancy!) and Sir James.
I like it.
It was one of the first times in America that I felt really happy and sort of free.
They live in, well, Snohomish. Pretty much the country. And from their house they can see two mountain ranges along with the respected volcano, Mt. St. Rainier.
It was just a refreshing, renewing time.
Mrs. Kuhlman... llama fields? Jes. I think so.
I was able to talk to Nancy about life in general, hear about life on the ranch, and do, well, stuff.
She made an amazing (aka epic) stack of Swedish Pancakes to enjoy, which we did. Complete with fresh blueberries me and James had just picked together. Mmm…. Soo good! Along with yoghurt, powdered whipped cream, strawberries, and butter.
We even drove down to the “river,” ok, so the not so flowing creek down at the end of the property. On the way back, James got to drive.
James.
Mr. Sir James. We play Uno together.
James is one of the most amazing kids I know, seriously. He is 7 years old, I believe, and pretty much always filled with ideas, energy, and is just one cool guy.
Anyways, he drove us through the hay fields in crazy circles to the tune of “Ob La Dee.” Defintily something I will not forget.
Photo by James.
Nancy talking to the llamas... cause they be awesome.
Llamas! And they have llamas! They were so sweet and fuzzy and big and they had cool feet. I liked them.
He told me to make a llama face... here it is.
They all had personalities and such, which I found pretty sweet. You could see it just from beeing with them for a couple minutes.
So thanks Nancy for having me! It was an amazing day and I will be taking you up on that offer and coming back again soon. Thanks and God Bless!
Monday, July 14, 2008
And...
I would like to appoligize for my over negativeness.
Yes... I guess I am greatful to back. Seeing my family again is great. Friends are happy.
It is just a difficult time right now... and I don't understand it.
I am scared to go to high school....
Maybe I could... join the circus. Circus Kniee or somethng brilliant like that.
Yes... I guess I am greatful to back. Seeing my family again is great. Friends are happy.
It is just a difficult time right now... and I don't understand it.
I am scared to go to high school....
Maybe I could... join the circus. Circus Kniee or somethng brilliant like that.
Culture SHOCK... Wha?
Am I better yet? Appitite back? No. I have not eaten a single thing from my kitchen or at home yet.
Yesterday I managed to consume half and enchilada... today I got in a small chicken sandwhich and part of a Jamba Juice. But I don't feel like eating.
Anyways...
Today I went to the mall for the first time.
My best friend Sarah works at Jamba Juice. She is amazing.
Anyways, she had around a 4 hours shift so I was left to do as I pleased during this time...
OH MY FEETNESS!
It was, well, a bit of a shake up for me.
What is with this nation?
What is with the namebrands Abercrombie and Hollister??? WHAT IS SPECIAL? I did not understand that... are they a status symbol for something? There is no expression in them. Plain white shirts with a name splashed on the front.
Short shorts.... are they shorts?
It was so artifificial.
I hated it!
So... gah. Just like the freakin steryotypes we have. Obese or Barbie. Take your pick.
I felt physically sick, light headed, dizzy, stomach ache... and I went to the car and slept a bit.
It was just overwelming.
To much.
I did not like it.
I do not like it.
I want to go back to where the cows roam free.
Yesterday I managed to consume half and enchilada... today I got in a small chicken sandwhich and part of a Jamba Juice. But I don't feel like eating.
Anyways...
Today I went to the mall for the first time.
My best friend Sarah works at Jamba Juice. She is amazing.
Anyways, she had around a 4 hours shift so I was left to do as I pleased during this time...
OH MY FEETNESS!
It was, well, a bit of a shake up for me.
What is with this nation?
What is with the namebrands Abercrombie and Hollister??? WHAT IS SPECIAL? I did not understand that... are they a status symbol for something? There is no expression in them. Plain white shirts with a name splashed on the front.
Short shorts.... are they shorts?
It was so artifificial.
I hated it!
So... gah. Just like the freakin steryotypes we have. Obese or Barbie. Take your pick.
I felt physically sick, light headed, dizzy, stomach ache... and I went to the car and slept a bit.
It was just overwelming.
To much.
I did not like it.
I do not like it.
I want to go back to where the cows roam free.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008
And So it Ends... OVER!
Gah... I am home.
[maggieinseattleagain]
The trip here pretty much was, eh, lame. I have never cried so much in such a little amount of time. I cried when we went up, when we went down, and when I watched Home Alone 3....
A little package of emotional unstableness.
Nelly was there the entire time.
Now it is 12:30 at night in Seattle... and I haven't really really slept for a good, or bad, 28 hours or so.
Anyways, nothing is more horrible than feeling like you are being wripped from your home. But I guess things are chill now. I am home.
I will be trying to respond to wall posts and messages soon... but for now, bed bed bed.
[maggieinseattleagain]
The trip here pretty much was, eh, lame. I have never cried so much in such a little amount of time. I cried when we went up, when we went down, and when I watched Home Alone 3....
A little package of emotional unstableness.
Nelly was there the entire time.
Now it is 12:30 at night in Seattle... and I haven't really really slept for a good, or bad, 28 hours or so.
Anyways, nothing is more horrible than feeling like you are being wripped from your home. But I guess things are chill now. I am home.
I will be trying to respond to wall posts and messages soon... but for now, bed bed bed.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Last Week... Last Day... A Wet Wreck
I am a wreck.
A total wreck.
I have cried multipul times for the past, eh, 5 days or so... and it, uh, it is lame.
I was told crying makes you stronger. I could be a weight lifter soon.
I got really, dangerously close to my friends this year...
But my Swiss friends... they meant the world to me. It is hard to explain the relationship I had with them. Like back home, I always had my parents there for me. But they were like my family. I loved my host famlies, but I was always changing. These people... they were always there for me.
I wasn't just a bystander in our class. People in the class told me that I truly was a part of the class and that it wouldnt be the same at all without me... and I think I believe them. I participated. We hung out after school. Train rides. Bike rides. Walks.
These were my friends.
And a year is more than enough time to get attatched to someone.
And every day I have to say good bye... and it is killing me. I do not like it.
Last night I had to say good bye to Julia.
At first I was ok, but she was crying. But then I said, "I don't want to go through that door." so she said she would coem wtih me. And we walked through her door... and then I cried and couldn't stop. These are the tears that you can't stop from coming and that make you shake and feel awful.
I feel horrible...
And now a bit better.
I am for the last time in my school today. I did a presentation, in English, about, well, me and my life and America. It was pretty lame. i didn't have the pictures so I had to make up a bunch of crap. Worst part was when the gum fell out of my mouth onto the floor. But whatever... I will never see these people ever again.
I want this to stop. time to stop. Or to go home this second and skip the good byes... but I have to say good bye. Prepare to go home. But it is so hard...
A total wreck.
I have cried multipul times for the past, eh, 5 days or so... and it, uh, it is lame.
I was told crying makes you stronger. I could be a weight lifter soon.
I got really, dangerously close to my friends this year...
But my Swiss friends... they meant the world to me. It is hard to explain the relationship I had with them. Like back home, I always had my parents there for me. But they were like my family. I loved my host famlies, but I was always changing. These people... they were always there for me.
I wasn't just a bystander in our class. People in the class told me that I truly was a part of the class and that it wouldnt be the same at all without me... and I think I believe them. I participated. We hung out after school. Train rides. Bike rides. Walks.
These were my friends.
And a year is more than enough time to get attatched to someone.
And every day I have to say good bye... and it is killing me. I do not like it.
Last night I had to say good bye to Julia.
At first I was ok, but she was crying. But then I said, "I don't want to go through that door." so she said she would coem wtih me. And we walked through her door... and then I cried and couldn't stop. These are the tears that you can't stop from coming and that make you shake and feel awful.
I feel horrible...
And now a bit better.
I am for the last time in my school today. I did a presentation, in English, about, well, me and my life and America. It was pretty lame. i didn't have the pictures so I had to make up a bunch of crap. Worst part was when the gum fell out of my mouth onto the floor. But whatever... I will never see these people ever again.
I want this to stop. time to stop. Or to go home this second and skip the good byes... but I have to say good bye. Prepare to go home. But it is so hard...
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Schauspielhause Zürich Schülertheatertreffen
So... we had another fesitval pertaining to the lovely art of theater.
Theater.
oh Theater....
Theater in antther language is einfach something anders...
Let's see... what to say?
Ought I to talk about the Street Parade next door?
Or sleeping in the bombshelter and playing Mafia (Werewolf in German...) until 2:00 in the morning?
Or about how me and Moritz and Helena went some evening to some random place and consumed beverages of fruit?
That was a nice evening.
Maggie Questions.
Not really sure what to say... there were a lot of brilliant plays.
The two favourites would have to be Krabat from Luzern (it was in Swiss German close to the Obwalden dialect so I could understand it well) and Much Ado About Nothing from a group from Basel filled with so many ingenious moments that I felt like pulling out a pad and paper and taking note of them but realizing I would miss something if I did.
I was mainly impressed by the builidng that this festival was held in...
An old werehouse thingy... suited up to be a theater. Huge empty rooms. Crazy stages... such as one entirely furry and blood stained for Clockwork Orange.
I am not really sure what I feel like telling you guys... go read about TAG, I felt inspired to write about it.
And that was...
Schauspielhause Zürich Schülertheatertreffen
Theater.
oh Theater....
Theater in antther language is einfach something anders...
Let's see... what to say?
Ought I to talk about the Street Parade next door?
Or sleeping in the bombshelter and playing Mafia (Werewolf in German...) until 2:00 in the morning?
Or about how me and Moritz and Helena went some evening to some random place and consumed beverages of fruit?
That was a nice evening.
Maggie Questions.
Not really sure what to say... there were a lot of brilliant plays.
The two favourites would have to be Krabat from Luzern (it was in Swiss German close to the Obwalden dialect so I could understand it well) and Much Ado About Nothing from a group from Basel filled with so many ingenious moments that I felt like pulling out a pad and paper and taking note of them but realizing I would miss something if I did.
I was mainly impressed by the builidng that this festival was held in...
An old werehouse thingy... suited up to be a theater. Huge empty rooms. Crazy stages... such as one entirely furry and blood stained for Clockwork Orange.
I am not really sure what I feel like telling you guys... go read about TAG, I felt inspired to write about it.
And that was...
Schauspielhause Zürich Schülertheatertreffen
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Feet Of Holiness
My feet are weirding me out...
Anyways... today, I sit.
And *INTERJECTION* low and behold... I have some 2 weeks läft.
I wasn't going to do the countdown, but I hear it enought from my friends.
Gah.
Anyways.... I have been thinking lately about... AGES!
Yeah. Time. Age. How freakin stupid it is.
We have birthdays, that is cool.
But what the age you are given is supposed to pertain to your personality and development.
I was talking to some other exchangers. We talked about first impressions (they are funny).
And for me... every single one had something to do with me being small, cute, and, "How old is that girl and where did she come from? Did we pick her up along the way?"
Haha.. I guess it didn't help that I was carrying around George.
Anyways... I have no problem with those impressions... it's what I give off and how I have been treated. Always the little one.
But then I laugh when I think, HA! I am 18 in some 3 months.
18.
I don't look like it, or act like it... sometimes I think like it though.
Why are ages thrust upon us with ways we are supposed to be.
And why is just enjoying life sometimes consider juvinille?
Switzerland... you be awesome.
Anyways... today, I sit.
And *INTERJECTION* low and behold... I have some 2 weeks läft.
I wasn't going to do the countdown, but I hear it enought from my friends.
Gah.
Anyways.... I have been thinking lately about... AGES!
Yeah. Time. Age. How freakin stupid it is.
We have birthdays, that is cool.
But what the age you are given is supposed to pertain to your personality and development.
I was talking to some other exchangers. We talked about first impressions (they are funny).
And for me... every single one had something to do with me being small, cute, and, "How old is that girl and where did she come from? Did we pick her up along the way?"
Haha.. I guess it didn't help that I was carrying around George.
Anyways... I have no problem with those impressions... it's what I give off and how I have been treated. Always the little one.
But then I laugh when I think, HA! I am 18 in some 3 months.
18.
I don't look like it, or act like it... sometimes I think like it though.
Why are ages thrust upon us with ways we are supposed to be.
And why is just enjoying life sometimes consider juvinille?
Switzerland... you be awesome.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Photos from [swimnopoopnobyenomusicstorm]
[b a t h i n g]
Therefore, in the middle of the day, when it is time to eat, we can go swimming. I have not yet cause I have no idea where my swimiming clothes are, but I can go wading. And my friends just go and jump in and cool off in the middle of the day.a
Imagine that in Inglemoor. Say it was right on Lake Washington, and the water was cleaner. And the second the bell rang for lunch (which is 1 hour and 20 minutes long) you could run, jump in the lake. Swim around with everyone. Lay on the grass (that has no bird poop in it) and relax. Do whatever with your friends. And then, just pull on your clothes and head back to math class or whatever.
These last days, wow, ,going by so fast.
This is my last, last 5 days with my friends for some 2 years or until I come back. I will not see some of them for a long time. Some, never again, ever. Ever. I find that lame.
Today was the last music class. We had crousants and chocolate milk and gingerbread and talked about stuff. Then the teacher showed us old movies from the first class which were hilarious as they all danced. There were pictures too… my classmates have changed a lot.
Are good byes really important? Why do we need to mark the time we say good bye when it is the middle stuff that matters. I left the exchange gathering early that morning without really saying good byes… and I know now that I won’t see a lot of those people ever ever ever again. Never ever. And I didn’t say a good good bye. Anyways, but did I need to? Does that make it easier? I try not to think about it.
The weather has been crazy lately. Soo hot after a week of cold rainyness. Warm. Sunny. And then, people were swimming one moment in the sea and then in a 5 minute period there was a downpour complete with thunder. I like it. Just a bit wet.
I guess that is life now.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Established
So…. Ellie came over today, and it was today that I realized how much I know this village… or that they know me.
It was time to wrap up our time together, so me and Ellie went to grab our bikes from the bike rack. As we left our destination we saw Christoph waiting to cross the bridge. So talked to him for a moment. We got on the bikes and then we saw three girls. I knew 2 of them but all three knew me. Ages? 8 to 10 years old.
Then we rode our bikes, going the long way by the school. “Maggie!” I turned to see Jana and Marion and 5 seconds later, Fabian as well. Ages? I am guessing 14 to 16 years old…
We arrived at the train station, I didn’t know anyone. But after Ellie got on the train, I went to the bike rack and realized I knew all of the people there. Judith. Stefanie. I was talking to them. Beat. And then there was Timon (Happy 18th Birthday Timon!). And Nicole. And then Maya came a minute later on her bike. There was one person I did not know, but she was with Nicole (21 or so years old, I know her from the kitchen in the school) so I went and met her as well. Her name is Cornelia. New Friend. As I was talking to them, Moritz went by on the bike. I drove Stefanie’s bike with her behind me. Moritz was going quite slow, so we caught up with him, rode a bit. Dropped off Stefanie. I said good bye to Moritz (doubt I will ever see him again…) and then walked home. And on the way home, 5 minute walk, from the 4th story of some appartments Tamara yelled out, “Maggie!”
So… in this short trip from the school, to home, to the train station… maybe 25 minute time span… I saw…
Christoph
Three Girls Younger Who Knew Me
Jana
Marion
Fabian
Fabian’s Friend
Judith
Stefanie
Timon
Nicole
Cornelia (met her)
Moritz
Tamara
And that is in our little village… goodness… I feel more rooted here. Like I belong here. The people know me here. From 8 years, to 12, to 16, to 18, to 21… and I could talk to any of them. Goodness, this life is good. I think I will keep it forever and not leave this place. I feel loved here.
It was time to wrap up our time together, so me and Ellie went to grab our bikes from the bike rack. As we left our destination we saw Christoph waiting to cross the bridge. So talked to him for a moment. We got on the bikes and then we saw three girls. I knew 2 of them but all three knew me. Ages? 8 to 10 years old.
Then we rode our bikes, going the long way by the school. “Maggie!” I turned to see Jana and Marion and 5 seconds later, Fabian as well. Ages? I am guessing 14 to 16 years old…
We arrived at the train station, I didn’t know anyone. But after Ellie got on the train, I went to the bike rack and realized I knew all of the people there. Judith. Stefanie. I was talking to them. Beat. And then there was Timon (Happy 18th Birthday Timon!). And Nicole. And then Maya came a minute later on her bike. There was one person I did not know, but she was with Nicole (21 or so years old, I know her from the kitchen in the school) so I went and met her as well. Her name is Cornelia. New Friend. As I was talking to them, Moritz went by on the bike. I drove Stefanie’s bike with her behind me. Moritz was going quite slow, so we caught up with him, rode a bit. Dropped off Stefanie. I said good bye to Moritz (doubt I will ever see him again…) and then walked home. And on the way home, 5 minute walk, from the 4th story of some appartments Tamara yelled out, “Maggie!”
So… in this short trip from the school, to home, to the train station… maybe 25 minute time span… I saw…
Christoph
Three Girls Younger Who Knew Me
Jana
Marion
Fabian
Fabian’s Friend
Judith
Stefanie
Timon
Nicole
Cornelia (met her)
Moritz
Tamara
And that is in our little village… goodness… I feel more rooted here. Like I belong here. The people know me here. From 8 years, to 12, to 16, to 18, to 21… and I could talk to any of them. Goodness, this life is good. I think I will keep it forever and not leave this place. I feel loved here.
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