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Hello all. I've been wanting to update my blog because a lot has happened in the past few months. I know that I've written about a lot of the bad stuff but honestly I had some of the best times right before leaving. Alley and Vanessa were there. Yvonne was (and is) there for me. So even though it's slightly bittersweet writing about it, I know I still need to do it. That it will help me heal. Anyways, here goes, enjoy! <3
This blog post is basically just a story of me stalking a cat.
Trying to make a blog post without complaining is hard work. (LOL)
Why? It's exhausting to have to CONSTANTLY be fighting with yourself. It's a life long thing, ya know? It doesn't just go away. Not even with meds. The meds just makes it more bearable. It's like giving your brain armor. Armor isn't impenetrable, but it could save your life.
This is a trip to a park that's within Amsterdam City limits. I was coming off of my anti depressant medication during this time and I was having a seriously hard time dealing with life...but Brett got me out of the house anyways and we took the puppers with us. I don't even remember when this trip was and it's proving to be quite the difficult post to make. I suppose I'm apologizing in advance. I'll try my best. Hahah
I'm going to go ahead and say this now: If it weren't for the internet, I'd be dead a long time ago. Being in another country is especially hard, but you know what keeps me going? The fact that there's an online community of people that 'care' about me.
Lawd help me with the stinky Cheese of the Netherlands.
Back porch livin'! I thought that I would be much more interested in living out the summer on the rooftop patio, but turns out I hate climbing stairs so much. We already live on the 3rd floor, so taking that extra flight really just puts it over the top. Not to mention I really fucking hate the stairs going to the 4th floor.
I have previously made some posts about my first two months here and here, but I want to continue doing semi-regular posts keeping you up to date with what's going on in my European life as an American.
Guess what? If you look like .. me and Brett?... and you're going from Amsterdam to Germany.. watch out because they will just think you are a member of the drug cartel. I don't know what was up with security that day but DAMN. First we got asked all kinds of questions about what we were doing, where we were coming from, etc etc. You know, the norm. Then we got asked if we had been "Smoking doobies" in Amsterdam. Um... Obviously we say no to the people searching for drugs... but UH.. even if we had (we def had) we would have been doing so legally.
I deserve to take up space, and so do you.
This day we decided we didn't want to go too far from the city, and that we wanted a break from constant dog love. lolol.
I was really impressed by this place. All of the goats had really cool pens with lots of things to climb on and fresh hay to eat. They were all SUPER friendly! And the baby goat pen was even more amazing...
The mid day sun was beating down on me and I was hungry, thirsty and hot. So basically a trifecta of disaster.
We actually ended up getting on the wrong train so we got off at Haarlem and decided to adventure around a little bit before hopping on the right train towards Den Hague.
In February when I was visiting Brett for the first time we got me a pretty little bicycle and we biked all the way to Volendam, NL. I was amazed at all of the bike lanes and such going EVERY.WHERE. My bike is what's called an "omafiets". Which is basically a grandma bike. With back pedal brakes and no gears. That definitely took some getting used to. Someday I want to upgrade to a fancy bike but I love my little omafiets for now.
Dutch culture is much different than American culture. *gasp* Dutch people don't hesitate to tell you what's up. They won't just be friendly to you for the sake of being friendly. I have a love/hate relationship with this. It's refreshing and also scary. It makes me realize how many times Americans suck ass for no reason.
I had no idea what the hell I was getting myself into...
