update!

     I had to move host families but am feeling much better in my new placement. I guess I can say I sure learned a lot from that experience and did leave with good friends.
     It is harder to adjust to a new school for the second time but I think I will like this new school just fine. I am now studying something I chose (science) and am in a class with 3 boys. There are four people in the class.
     Things are looking up for me now.

Merry Christmas!

My obsurvation on life today:
"You don't know what you have until it is gone" is a LIE!
   You know EXACTLY what you have. You just don't know what it means to you or you take it for granted OR you even grow so used to it you don't think to think of anyother way.
     I had a nice day and am doing well but I couldn't help but think.

Update!

     The otherday I went with some friends to the Christmas market in Brussels and had a ball! I will try to get pictures up soon!

Music

      When you ask me what my favorite song is I can't seem to give just one answer.

I used to think that I was just so interested in different languages and styles that I couldn't decide but now I think it's a bit deeper than that.

Now I think that every song I like speaks to a different part of who I think I am. Just as I beleive that a person can't be explained in one word they can't be entirely explained in one song.

Smile!

I hope everyone has a wonderful day!

Tyne Cot Cemetery

I just can't quite explain the feeling I got from Tyne Cot Cemetery.
Walking in a woman was standing in front of a memorial telling us about her great grandfather (or how ever many greats and male family member it was) and how important  that memorial was to her. It was then when I got a better idea of where I am from and what this cemetery meant to other people.
     As far as I know I have no one to mourn in that cemetery but so many other people did. I saw many graves for a British or Canadian man but not one for an American. It made a bigger impression on me than I think I can explain. Most of the graves looked like this:

"Known unto God"

Those words had a HUGE impact on me.

I began to think of the man in the grave who was Dad or Uncle or Mr... to someone. The man who was loved. I thought of the families who loved that man and I thought of his friends.

The fact that I had never seen an American grave in the cemetery gave me an even bigger feeling of "This person doesn't really mean anything to me but to someone else he could have been everything"



Tyne Cot Cemetery and Ypres pictures