tirsdag den 28. februar 2012
mandag den 27. februar 2012
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
- e.e. cummings
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
- e.e. cummings
The Wallet.
tirsdag den 7. februar 2012
Old and New.
Today i was referred to as an "oldie" for the first time. In exchange we have the terms "oldie" and "newbie."
When i first came to Denmark there were oldies, those who were already half way through their year. Most of them were from Brazil and Australia. Now they have all gone home, and new people have come to Denmark. The majority of them are also from Brazil and Australia.
Thus i am now an oldie.
Which is beyond freaky.
My language school has ended, but today i went to the first language school for the newbies. It was so strange sitting there and knowing the answer to every single thing. To see the looks on all their faces when the teacher began to teach...in danish. That was me six months ago. I remember the first time i went to language class. We sat there completely baffled without a clue what was going on. Danish seemed impossible.
Last week i gave a presentation about Alaska to my Rotary Club in Danish. I spoke in Danish the entire time.
To see such drastic changes in the past six months amazes me. I had forgotten what it was like to hear jibberish around me all day every day.
To be completely honest...at this particular moment i am feeling pretty awesome.
Last weekend i walked for 24 hours. It was a volunteer thing to help raise money for these scouts. It was a lot of walking and a lot of pain. My feet were swollen, bloody, and blistery by the end of it. It sounded like a really brilliant activity at first. But after one of my friends and I decided to speed walk for three hours...and around 4 am...i wasn't too keen of life. But there was really good food and it was free. The adults running it were very appreciative that we showed up and volunteered. I also met some new people and had interesting conversation. Most of it American related.
It's always interesting to hear what people have to say about America.
My host family is super great. I'm not sure how much i've told you about them. My host mom is an ammmmmazing cook. It's like living in a 5 star restaurant i swear. Everything flows really easily. There are no real conflicts.
I can't imagine myself being anywhere other than here. I don't even really think about it. I'll sit with my host family, Mormor, Morfar, Farmor, Farfar, the cousins, uncles, aunts, everyone. I remember how blessed i am. Not everyone is blessed with so much family in their lives. Real big love.
Also this is the truth, six easy steps to piss of a dane.
http://matadornetwork.com/abroad/how-to-piss-off-a-dane/
If you had some more spare moments.
When i first came to Denmark there were oldies, those who were already half way through their year. Most of them were from Brazil and Australia. Now they have all gone home, and new people have come to Denmark. The majority of them are also from Brazil and Australia.
Thus i am now an oldie.
Which is beyond freaky.
My language school has ended, but today i went to the first language school for the newbies. It was so strange sitting there and knowing the answer to every single thing. To see the looks on all their faces when the teacher began to teach...in danish. That was me six months ago. I remember the first time i went to language class. We sat there completely baffled without a clue what was going on. Danish seemed impossible.
Last week i gave a presentation about Alaska to my Rotary Club in Danish. I spoke in Danish the entire time.
To see such drastic changes in the past six months amazes me. I had forgotten what it was like to hear jibberish around me all day every day.
To be completely honest...at this particular moment i am feeling pretty awesome.
Last weekend i walked for 24 hours. It was a volunteer thing to help raise money for these scouts. It was a lot of walking and a lot of pain. My feet were swollen, bloody, and blistery by the end of it. It sounded like a really brilliant activity at first. But after one of my friends and I decided to speed walk for three hours...and around 4 am...i wasn't too keen of life. But there was really good food and it was free. The adults running it were very appreciative that we showed up and volunteered. I also met some new people and had interesting conversation. Most of it American related.
It's always interesting to hear what people have to say about America.
My host family is super great. I'm not sure how much i've told you about them. My host mom is an ammmmmazing cook. It's like living in a 5 star restaurant i swear. Everything flows really easily. There are no real conflicts.
I can't imagine myself being anywhere other than here. I don't even really think about it. I'll sit with my host family, Mormor, Morfar, Farmor, Farfar, the cousins, uncles, aunts, everyone. I remember how blessed i am. Not everyone is blessed with so much family in their lives. Real big love.
Also this is the truth, six easy steps to piss of a dane.
http://matadornetwork.com/abroad/how-to-piss-off-a-dane/
If you had some more spare moments.
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