When driving down the road of life, Holland, rarely do you know how good you have it, until you see it in the rear-view mirror.
Which is not to suggest that you should look back now, but to remind you that where you are today is more awesome and amazing than you probably realize.
Hm. Okay, so I skimped out a little at the end there. Things just got so riled up and I couldn’t contain my joy over being happy about school and also being happy about home. Yes, you heard right, kids. I was HAPPY about SCHOOL. Near the end, there was this overwhelming bonding feeling that I got. I started to really Love the people I had been spending this semester with. It felt so good to breathe easy, and by the time we were weeping at the bar together, I really didn’t wanna get on that plane to London.
BUT I’M SO GLAD I DID. And, in fact, I’m SO happy I spent the day and half I spent there. There was no strike (go figure), but I felt better knowing I could go home and not be waiting on a strike decision.
The day. Was. Amazing. Within 24 hours, I saw Leicester Square (like Times Square for London), an HMV (which don’t exist in NYC anymore), Buckingham Palace, a small art gallery, the Women of WWII memorial, Big Ben, The London Eye, Shakespeare’s Globe, The Tate Modern, Millenium Bridge, St. Paul’s Cathedral (“Feed the Birds…”), Fleet Street and I got to ride both the Tube and the Bus!!!!!!!
The best part was when I decided to put Nutella in my carry on and didn’t realize it was considered liquid. The guys were very nice, and of course their British accents didn’t hurt either. Of course, they had to check my bag and I had put some…er…toys in there for my girlfriend (the sex shops in Europe are SO cool!). So, he pulls out the whip and goes, “Oh My! Who’s this for?”
“My girlfriend,” I said.
“Well, she’s a luck girl…”
He continues to unpack my bookbag and when he got to the cuffs, he just said, “Girlfriend?” and laughed a bit. It was quite cute. The guy next to him, of course, overheard our conversation and had to come in, asking me all about my stay in London and where I was headed. A cheerful round of “Happy Holiday!” and “So sorry about the Nutella!” ended my stay in Europe for the year of 2009. I think, all-in-all it was a very Holland Holiday!
Just wanted to remind you, Holland, that sometimes success is better measured in smiles received, giggles heard, and hands held, than in dollars earned, deadlines met, and kilos shed.
And I must say, you've done well for yourself.