One month later

You read correct.. if you read the title of this post, that is. I've officially been here for a month. A whole month.. well, actually not really, because I went home for two days, but you get the point.

There's actually not much to say, since not much have happened since my last post (thank god), so I want to take the time to mention some things I've learned during my stay here:

• If you get hurt, cry for approximately 10 seconds and then get on your bike and continue with your life. This is something I've learned from Lola and it proves to be effective. She haven't needed to spend more time yet, at least.
• Always question plots and reasons. I should start writing down questions that Art and Lola ask whenever I tell them the plots and things from various books and movies. This would make an epic letter to a ton of authors.
• The world is split into baddies and goodies. That's it. No in between, Now continue your life with this new found, unusable information.
• If someone lies to you, scream 'you liar' at them. This proves effective, Art has proven this, but how exactly, I don't know.
• If someone has games on their phone, they are god. No doubt.

I don't exactly think that this was what my parents had in mind I would learn, when I left the nest, but it's better than nothing.. eh?

In other news: IT IS THE  MONTH OF HALLOWEEN AND I AM SO EXCITED.

Though the original reaction to me wanting to dress up for Halloween was met by the 'are-you-still-trick-and-treating'-reaction by Lola and Art, they quickly got over it and became really excited by this and their hearts shattered by my 'I-have-never-had-a-halloween'-reply to their reaction.

Anyway, their costume suggestions were the following:

• Zombie
• Werewolf
• Vampire
• Ghost

I suggested Katniss, because that'd be a whole lot easier and they were also against this idea.. 'not scary', but this was obviously before they learned the true badass-ness that Katniss' being is made out of.. but now they agree.

I won.

Their hearts have been pierced by Katniss' arrows and she is now Lola's idol.

In two weeks Rebecca and her boyfriend arrives to visit and two weeks from then, I'll be going home on a visit and this seems bearable and I'm excited.

I know the trip home will be needed, because a rather terrifying, horrid thing has happened to me.....I'm starting to think cleaning is funny. Yes, my beloved parents. You read correctly.
Like, I am making a competition of it. 'How quickly can you do this', 'what happens if you do it like that', 'O-M-G! LOOK, those bubbles..hehe' and this is not me (haha, pun unintended) and I don't like it... and what is happening to me - is this what werewolves feel like?

An embarrassing thing happend to me while....hoovering (how embarrassing and pathetic is your life when your funniest stories are from cleaning?).. I was home alone and I was doing the thing you do with hetty the hoover and I started singing at the top of my lungs in the belief that I'd be able to hear it if someone came home. Note to self; you can't.
So in came Mette and I pathetically thought I'd be able to play it off as the television.. no such luck.

I have been home alone this entire weekend (I started watching 'How To Train Your Dragon' and Lola and Art have clearly never been told that if you don't take care of the cd, the movie will be ruined..THERE IS NO GOD)..and I am becoming as mad as the mad hatter. This is no lie. This is what no human interaction does to me.

So it'd probably be best if I got off the computer, before I start making no sense.

Love, Lea.

Heartbreak hiatus

It appears as if I have returned, well not really as if, because this is a post and I am here and I am ready to talk.

As some of you might know, I returned to Denmark this weekend due personal issues and I am willing to let you all in on the gossip.
You see, last week was a little hard and this feels as if I am embarrassing myself, but I promised to be honest on this blog.
Jacob broke up with me... and it's okay. It's okay.

THOUGH THIS GIF IS SO FAR FROM OKAY, OKAY?

There's a few things you don't know about the relationship, yes, it was and felt foolishly perfect, but it was also only meant to last for two months, meaning the time before I left to go here. It can't be planned, this I know now, but you will never find me saying that I regret these past two months of my life. I am so lucky for all I have been given.
To quote The Fault In Our Stars (as we're already kind of in there and it's just brilliant okay pun unintended):

"Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them. But that's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway."

You see, I will go back to this quote in a bit, after I have informed you of the following: I have learned a lot about myself during this breakup. I am not a Taylor Swift. I repeat, I am not a Taylor Swift. I had a tiny, teenie, weenie Taylor Swift moment, which has embarrassed me endlessly, but I'd like to think I have been really mature about all of this.
You see (back to the quote) it's no secret that I care a lot about Jacob. Like a lot. But upon leaving, I also told him I would put the ball in his basket and he could get to decide what would happen. And he did, for personal reasons, which resulted in my minor Taylor Swift moment, but also lead me to the epiphany that I cared for him enough to want him happy and to want the best for him, and if going through with his wish would make him happy, then that was what I was going to do.

You see, I have learned a few things. Disappointment brings out the worst in people, so you need to look beyond your own little nose and see where people are coming from.
Anyway, I travelled back home to talk it through with him, because some things are not meant for skype.

I already knew what I wanted from this, which was his friendship. We used to be best friends and I need that in my life, if that's the least I can get. He is one of the most brilliant people I have ever met and I am not, or was ready to let that go, but it would seem that we're both on the same page when it comes to that.
I am fortunate to have him in my life.

I had another epiphany (yes, I know, hold your horses!), I found this whole thing a lot easier to deal with, when I started focusing on all the good things and how much joy it has brought me and how much I learned about myself and the odd pleasure of fully giving yourself to another human being.
You know, another way to deal is also to realise that some things are out of your hands; sometimes you have got to have hope that there is a bigger plan, this meaning that if it's meant to happen, it will happen eventually at the right time.. and if not, then you shouldn't worry. Don't worry about things you cannot change. Life is unpredictable.

Yes, it's hard. Especially writing this post, it makes me very emotional, in spite of feeling mature about it. It's incredibly hard to know you can't touch them the same way, or be there in the same way, but that's where hope comes in. Hope is what keeps you alive. Hope is what will pull you through.
I guess a truth about sadness is, that it isn't caused by other people really, but rather because you feel all hope leave you and you find the world dark and unbearable, because how could you ever go on - but sadness leaves you eventually, because hope finds it's way back.
Letting go in order to be unselfish will hurt you the most, this I know, but knowing it will be for all the right reasons, will be there to mend you in the end.
And I'll have you all know, that I see Jacob as my best friend still, and it would seem we have it all worked out now, which is good. I am grateful.

So this was very honest, quite hard to formulate and I am crying a little, but in the end, I am proud of myself and how I'm handling this.

I'll keep you updated.
Love, Lea.

Brighton Adventures

To be homesick, or not to be homesick.. I think that's a famous Shakespeare quote. Yeah right.

I am going to start this post by admitting that I fell down the hole. The big, deep, dark and horrible hole of homesickness. This huge event took place Friday evening and it was not very funny. Period.
I am admitting this to you, not because it is a golden moment in my life, but to tell you that it is okay. It is very okay to be homesick and miss your old life.
You might as well werk it.

I think the root of all this madness is that I have no routine and I don't quite feel at home yet... and I miss my friends.
Jacob takes a lot of time off to skype me, as do my family and Rebecca, so this one goes out to skype: thank you for making it easier to communicate with my loved ones, now please make it work a little smoother. I guess you can't have everything, eh?

Anyway, I awoke to a sunny day on Saturday and I felt a little better, I had a huge adventure planned, which consisted of going to the city centre to take a look around.
This I did and I am officially obsessed with the pier.

I quickly learned that they're obsessed with Adventure Time here, so I found a little thing for Jacob, because he is the huge-st fan. Yes, you can use the word 'huge' that way.
Anyway, I basically walked around all day and I felt much better when I was actually out doing stuff.

This lead to this adventurous chick joining a facebook group for au pairs, which means I went on another adventure on Sunday and even managed to meet up with some other Au Pair girls... WOOT, WOOT. This is the part of my adventure where I am Harry Potter and the rest are Ron Weasley.

They were incredibly nice, so I am definitely going to be seeing them again.


Things my weekend of adventures taught me (seeing as all adventure-ers learn stuff on their quests):

• How to eat alone: No, it is not as embarrassing as it sounds.
• If lost, just walk around: You will eventually find the clock tower, I promise.
• 'Cheers' is the new black: Everyone says it. Don't hesitate. Don't question. Just do it.
• Everyone's style is strange: If you want to fit in, you might as well dye your hair purple now.
• The radio only plays good music: It's true. It is a bliss. Jam time every minute.
• The english-hot-guy-with-an-fabulous-accent-who-proves-chivalry-isn't-dead doesn't exist: devastated.
• The money is weird: if you have the chance, give them notes. Coins are a mystery.

That is all, folks.

Now on to the next part: today was my first 4-REAL day... and it was catastrophic. 4-REAL.

Like the quiet before the storm, it all started out very well; I woke up motivated and ready to take on the day and all the opportunities it would bring.. did I say opportunities? I meant ways to get worn out. 

It would seem that my lack of luck has followed me across the sea.

I had to put up clean clothes to dry outside, which sounds easy enough, right? Yep.. would be a shame if the string snapped after you hung all the clothes up, wouldn't it? Yep...snaps in 1...2...3.

This meant collecting all the clothes from the ground and learning that hell takes it's true form in the shopping centre that is ASDA. It's like Narnia, no one knows their way around.

Well, upon entering ASDA, I was already confused. There was no type of order and I had to find a new string.

After walking around for a little under an hour, I managed to find a string... it would be a shame if it was to short, now wouldn't it? Snap.

So I returned without a string and had to go upstairs and take the clothes from the indoor thingy and carry it outside and start hanging the clothes up all over again..

All of this took approximately 2,5 hours. Great.

To make all of this even better, Brighton has apparently been transported to Westeros, because the weather is like in the red waste. Unbearable.

So when I finally had time to catch my breath, I had to go pick up the children, who are very much like the dogs from the Pixar movie 'Up' when they hear the word park.

So today has been spend running around Brighton being sweaty whilst screaming my head off at Lola and Art, who are the fastest children I know. I think this is why they aren't allowed sugar.

So this will be all.

Goodbye from a very worn out Lea.

Love, Lea.