House Of Emotions

I was sitting there on a plastic looking chair. The floor squeaked whenever I moved my feet that were surrounded by 7 dollar K-mart sneakers. My skin was a little pale & no cosmetics were applied to my face yet. My hair was quickly pulled back and looked really messy. I was wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday: a flowery Forever21 top & a greenish pair of pants. This is what we call post-sleepover.

I was sitting there waiting for my Dad to come and pick me up.

I tried to observe my surroundings. All the people, the emotion, the pain.

The little girl eating a cookie together with her grandmother. The girl's mother sitting next to them; tears in her eyes.

The young couple: a blonde woman and a tall, skinny man. A baby between the two. I could see the smile; we are parents!

The father with his 3 year old son, his son is a cancer patient. These moments together are more special than for most people.

The mother with her 3 kids. Screaming and crying: "I don't want to go to the doctor! No mom!" Checkups aren't the easiest thing. I was a pain.

The family obviously missing a member, waiting and praying. Will the missing one be okay?

The lost foreign person who does not know where to go. Wandering around, not understanding the language, getting worried about her appointment.

And then there was me. Sitting in the hospital because I met up here with my Dad. Observing people like a creeper. 

I'm a Jetsetter

Hi everyone!
Currently back in Holland after sitting in an airplane for 7 hours with Delta stewards & stewardesses who have black circles under their eyes and desperately need some sleep. I had the annoying person in front of me, the occasional kick in the back of my chair, and the crying baby. The mushy food, the creepy toilet that makes a weird flushing sound, the man snoring. Been there, done that. I've been on an airplane 4 times already this summer, a little crazy if you ask me, I feel like a Jetsetter. But I am having lots of fun.

So what am I going to do in Holland for the next few weeks?
1. See friends! I've missed you guys so much, shoutout to Megan.
2. Ride my bicycle.
3. Enjoy the rain (the heat in the US is getting annoying).
4. Eat cheese like a crazy person. Nothing beats Dutch cheese. Nothing. I swear.
5. And probably read. Should I start writing book reviews on my blog? Yes? No? Leave me a comment.
6. I'm also going to France for a week! St Paul de Vence, lovely place.

My roommate and I are already discussing room decorations. She's Mexican, I'm Dutch, we are going to have this funky foreign theme going.
Oh and did I mention that me and my wonderful friend Liv Burns are starting an Alternative Eating Club at my school next year? Vegans, vegetarians, omni's... everyone's welcome, and it is going to be so cool.

So please leave a comment, tell me what you are thinking, what you are doing.
Enjoy your summer!

Judgements

Person:           "So what are you doing over spring break?"

Me:                 "Flying back home."

Person:           "O right! How long is the flight to Denmark?"

Me:                "You mean..Holland?"

Person:          "Yes.. Isn't that a province in Denmark?"

Me:                "No... It's a separate country..."

Just an example of a conversation I had a while ago. People can't seem to find the difference between The Netherlands and Denmark. But that's not the only thing.

Person:        "You smoke weed everyday right?"

Me:             "No??? Do I look like I do???"

Person:        "Well.. you are from the Netherlands!"

Me:             "That doesn't mean I do drugs..."

Or the question so many people ask: "Have you been to the red-light district?" no..No...NO!

People have very interesting judgements and views on Holland. Just like we think that all Americans are fat and eat donuts all day. But once you actually go to the country you are judgemental about, it will prove you wrong (for the most part). I mean: Yes, softdrugs are legal, so is drinking when you are sixteen, and yes prostitution is legal, but it does not mean everyone does it/or uses drugs etc. The same here in the USA: of course, there is a big obesity problem, but it does not mean that EVERYONE is fat, and that EVERYONE lives on donuts. The world generalizes negative judgements about different country, and thinks every single citizen in the certain country is that way.

Asians are from a different planet.

All immigrants are criminals.

Every muslim is a terrorist.

Are any of these statements true?

No.

Will they ever be true?

No.

Is it fair for us to judge?

No.

Yet it's a human thing.