I keep finding myself saying “Amsterdam really isn’t that far away.”
Except for those times, of course, when it is really is that far away.
Far enough to know it’s gunna be a while before you see your parents again, after 10 uninterrupted days together.
Far enough to know it’s gunna be even longer before they visit again.
Far enough to wonder what the hell you’re doing over here in the first place, while things are still moving & shaking back home – family, friends, engagements, weddings, babies… l i f e. Are you missing everything?
And then you realize, you know what? It’s a pretty sweet life you lead. Living abroad is a choice, not a sentence.
Learning & doing & trying & visiting & meeting & seeing & experiencing
things & places & people like never before.
Most would kill for this opportunity.
So grab yourself by the shoulders & shake, hard: ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?? Don’t you SEE how AMAZING this is?? You LIVE in AMSTERDAM.
Don’t begin your sentances with: ”But…”
Don’t think about something long enough until it has to dampen your mood.
Because really, then nobody wins.
{What, you think someone else gets a gold star when you wallow around, feeling sorry for yourself, since you have to wait 24 extra hours to watch the season premiere of the Bachelorette?? Nope. No gold stars for anyone, no one cares. And let’s be serious, you’re all just ”Woe Is Me’-ing” because you want to.}
Instead, stop for a hot minute & think about everything all put together. Is it worth it? This whole thing, life, over here, across the pond, in Europe, across the ocean.
“of COURSE.”
P.S. I’m going to listen to this post tomorrow. Right now, I’m still pretty bummed that my folks left, so I’ve decided that whereas I can be all ‘glass-half-full’ but still have my moments to collect myself and get it together, which is ok too. {Preferably by watching downloaded tv shows on my computer in my pajamas in my bed at 7:30pm. I MEAN 19.30, UGH.}
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