"Hallo, it's insert name of my grandfather speaking." "Hi opa, it's me, Gerrianne." It's quiet for a few seconds. "Gerrianne. How is that possible? You are so far away." "Well, that's the advantage of modern day technology." The conversation goes on for... Continue Reading →
I miss home. And by home, I mean where I grew up. Apart from a couple months in the fall I haven’t really lived there for five years. That was no problem at all. I have lived in the most extraordinary places during those past five years. I have loved every second of it. Living on my own suits me well. But I have to admit that I really enjoy coming home for a visit and not having to think about laundry or cooking for a little while. Last weekend I spent a bit of time at home again after a month or so. As soon as I stepped into the freshly painted kitchen, dinner was ready and I could just eat along.
It's Sunday evening. I am watching Call the Midwife on BBC one. The intro of the series starts with an opening from diary of a midwife. "Chapter 1. Why did I even start this?" It's exactly the thought that I have been having during the past week. I wasn't feeling well, didn't have much energy and didn't really have any inspiration. But this weekend I also saw some special friends that I hadn't seen a long while. Most of them I hadn't seen since I started this blog, but quite a few of them have been following my stories to my surprise. Some asked me how I managed to keep it up. The answer came to me somewhere on the walk through the city. It takes practice. The practice of love and loyalty.
Yesterday I wrote a little bit about my little romance with the city I live in at the moment. Especially if it gives me a beautiful scenery in snow. But today I got to think about that end part of the movie. When we flash forward to five years later and you see what could have been instead of what is. I don't want to give too much away for those that haven't seen it yet. But one message remains. Life isn't always a Hollywood movie with a happy ending in the fairy tale type way.
This Sunday, my mum asked one of my second cousins if he liked school. He is about six years old and goes to primary school. He nodded with his head and his mother, my cousin, answered that he liked it. I said that he should stay in school as long as possible. His mother started laughing and said that we don't all have brains like I do. She has a point. On my dad's side of the family I am the first with a university degree at graduate level. Hopefully not the last.
First of all, I am blown away by all the support on Facebook. So many positive responses and in these busy times, it might indeed be a much easier way to follow my daily journey through this year. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!