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From US to Them: September 2010
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From US to Them. Posted by x jordann. Tuesday, September 28, 2010. I've realized that I haven't described any of the little, different things about Belgium, so here it goes:. 1 Being barefoot in a house is generally not accepted. 2 My family makes their own yogurt with a special yogurt machine. (Mom, you really need to buy one). 3 There's no snacking in my house (where as in America, snacking is a national past-time). 6 American music is EVERYWHERE. 8 "Wat is dat? Is Flemish for "what is that? 15 Most Be...
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From US to Them: July 2011
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From US to Them. Mount pleasant, pennsylvania. Posted by x jordann. Tuesday, July 26, 2011. That makes 12 days now. I needed time before I told you, because I myself wasn't even sure how to handle it, how to explain the feeling. My last days in Belgium passed by slowly. I'd never felt as if I wanted to go home until the end, until most of my friends were already gone and I felt like it was time to begin the summer. I felt sick with goodbyes, and wanted nothing but the last to finally say hello. You can l...
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From US to Them: midnight's cigarette.
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From US to Them. Posted by x jordann. Sunday, July 3, 2011. Our laughter will be the music I long to hear. Chimay's beat so undefined, our hair interwined,. Blonde and brown and natural,. Dangling from the wooden heights of. Our abandoned train tressle. We feel our naked feet beneath us. In the cold, moonlit current,. Dancing in the milkyway. My toes, they're laughing, as they play. In these weeds we would never know. As nothing but our beauty. The cool, damp earth. Runs below us,. It's running to the sun.
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From US to Them: and give to you my colours bright.
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From US to Them. And give to you my colours bright. Posted by x jordann. Monday, July 4, 2011. A week ago, I scribbled my name on the Berlin wall (or at least what remains of it). The East Side Gallery:. A section of the Berlin wall that is about a. Kilometer long and stands as one of the largest open-air galleries of today,. Consisting of about 100 paintings created by artists from around the world. The artwork revolves around many themes such as one's basic right to freedom. 2,711 concrete blocks which.
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From US to Them: November 2010
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From US to Them. Posted by x jordann. Wednesday, November 24, 2010. I feel like I should express something new, something different about Belgium that I've yet to share, but my thoughts are blank. Maybe if I just write aimlessly, ideas will meet me along the way. But I just don't register anything. I think the speed of time confuses nostalgia. I don't know what home is anymore. "Chez moi ici", "chez moi aux Etats-Unis". Chez moi. chez qui? And watch the sun or the clouds or the rain or the birds,. I don'...
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From US to Them: January 2011
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From US to Them. Posted by x jordann. Saturday, January 22, 2011. It's the end of January. I returned from Italy on the morning of the 8th, and the following day's afternoon I moved to my second host family. Normally, I'd write and write about the changes in my life, but change has become so normal that when something new happens, I don't feel its excitement and the need to express it. It also doesn't help that my other hobbies have over-ruled writing. And then consequently this happens:. Which reminds m...
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From US to Them: October 2010
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From US to Them. Posted by x jordann. Wednesday, October 27, 2010. Today, my house started to scream when I opened the door, and nothing I did would make it stop crying. Therefore, I called my host mom and took her advice, which calmed him down in less then thirty seconds. Oh, the many things one learns from age. I guess having four kids helps as well. But I have learned that Belgians believe that drinking too much milk increases one's probability for cancer. I'm sure they'd take the Got Milk? Monday, Oc...
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From US to Them: hello, stranger
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From US to Them. Posted by x jordann. Tuesday, January 3, 2012. Thought I'd stop in and share my current blog, just for anyone who'd like to see the progression of my mind. Http:/ www.naivephilosophy.tumblr.com/. This is a blog. That you may find profound, deviant, or insipid. It may teach you, inspire you and leave you lost in thought; or it may bore you and cause your eyes to drag slowly shut. You may read it for an hour, or maybe not at all. I follow the sun. View my complete profile.
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From US to Them: mount pleasant, pennsylvania
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From US to Them. Mount pleasant, pennsylvania. Posted by x jordann. Tuesday, July 26, 2011. That makes 12 days now. I needed time before I told you, because I myself wasn't even sure how to handle it, how to explain the feeling. My last days in Belgium passed by slowly. I'd never felt as if I wanted to go home until the end, until most of my friends were already gone and I felt like it was time to begin the summer. I felt sick with goodbyes, and wanted nothing but the last to finally say hello. You can l...
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From US to Them: June 2011
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From US to Them. Only muddy toes and the milkyway. Posted by x jordann. Thursday, June 23, 2011. I never truly began to write with intent to finally make the essay, which explains the lack of correlation between the poetry that I've written here. Instead, I simply wrote to express myself (like always) in a notebook that I constantly carried with me, and this is the collection of some of that poetry, month by month, in my own kind of lyrical essay. Clouds melting into ice, ice melting into rays of white,.