It snowed today around midday and it was so beautiful! But it didn’t last long. I think it stopped snowing around one-ish and by two/three o’clock there was no evidence it had even snowed. I think my department (in France) was the last one to get snow. Hopefully it’ll snow tomorrow, or at least on Christmas day.
I think around 6, or maybe 6.30, I curled up on my bed with a blanket. I always go to bed late, but last night, 2 am, after the long week I’ve had, it was too much. So at 7, I wake up to my dad calling me and I panic. I thought I’d slept a whole night and that we were a school day. See, when I take naps, I wake up with no idea what day or time it is. I’m completely lost.
This one time, my mom woke me up and said “Dinner.” I kept on saying what and she kept on repeating herself. Finally, she went downstairs and a minute or two later I understood what she meant. That’s right, I was so tired and disoriented that the word “dinner” failed to make sense.
- Reach 15 000 words in WIP
- Plot WIP
- Finish reading 1 book and read another 2/3
- Watch 5 to 10 movies
- Have two sleepovers
- Watch “Avatar”
- Do homework
- Sleep in
- Catch up TV shows such as Desperate Housewives, Lost and Heroes
I have considered going to uni in Ireland, England, Scotland and the Netherlands, in that chronological order.
- Ireland: Irish accents, best friend was going to go there, English-speaking country
- England: English-speaking country, good universities
- Scotland: English-speaking country, very good uni in Edinburgh that is very welcoming to foreign people and gives a discount type thing (for those who don’t know: I’m French/Dutch)
- The Netherlands: it’s my home, I grew up there, I miss it, most Dutch people speak English
As you can see “English-speaking country” is a big factor for me, then I don’t really have any specifications (has to be a good university, but doesn’t have to be the best), but The Netherlands is looking appealing, because I really really miss it. I think this poem I wrote a few weeks back shows exactly how I feel:
Home by Kayleigh M.
Home. It evokes rain, gray clouds.
Sinterklaas. Oliebollen, pepernoten
Home. It evokes that long, three-part
street fulled with shops like Trekpleister,
De Vulpen, Videoland, and Jamin.
Home. It evokes afternoons spent drawing
with chalk on the gray pavement. Riding
my bike up and down the street and
“parking” it in the parking places we drew
with white chalk.
Home. It evokes a house with a
ground, first and second floor.
Deep red carpets the stairs and
dirty white paint peels off the
Home. It evokes that green-painted
room on the second floor where my
sister and I watched movies on that
bed/couch where we’d fall asleep.
(But not before two in the morning.)
Home. It evokes the balcony overlooking
our small garden where in the left corner
is a small wooden house that my dad and
a family friend built and in the right
corner is a rare tree: the ginkco biloba.
Home. It evokes games I invented and
“forced” my siblings and family to play.
Games that involved furniture and left
behind a mess.
Home. It evokes that warm, cozy feeling
deep inside that I now only get when it
rains, which is rare here, and I spend a
Saturday in my pajamas watching movies
with my sister.
Home. Here, it evokes Saturday nights
when almost the entire family watches
the X Factor on ITV1.
I miss it.
Now I’m off to either write, read or sleep.