my baby has a wealth of stories. he travels so that he can bring them home for me. his voice rings strong through my bones. rich, clear, resonant. "this is...that is...this is..." he sends kisses and messages in different languages. i weave my own little story about him.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
i don't know if i should do what i think is right / realistic, or what i feel is right. every part of me resists being here in amsterdam. i break out in cold sweat. i've never felt so physically and emotionally against a decision, and yet i went through with it, with extending my visa. what do i want? what do i want???
what i want, first of all, is to see g. i miss him so much and we haven't seen each other for a year now, and i don't know how much longer we can last in this way. then i would like to travel a little. and start my own collection (where? i don't know either). but my mind and my hands are itching and dreaming and concrete ideas are forming in my head and it's partly from the giddiness of my years at amfi and that final graduation show. i am at my best, and i feel the happiest when i can work freely, creatively, daringly. the main issue is that i don't have the finances and as much as everyone tells me that this isn't a problem because my dad can support me, and i know he will, i don't want that help anymore. the thought of it stresses me out. i think most of all, i'm afraid of making the wrong decision, and i'm afraid of being judged for making the wrong decision. it seems like i should be realistic - which is why i got into the whole fervor of applying for jobs - which isn't so bad, and actually very encouraging. but something inside of me just hasn't been able to come to terms with my situation. it feels like things are happening without me having full control, and yet i know that i'm the one who made these choices.
argh. at a loss.
what i want, first of all, is to see g. i miss him so much and we haven't seen each other for a year now, and i don't know how much longer we can last in this way. then i would like to travel a little. and start my own collection (where? i don't know either). but my mind and my hands are itching and dreaming and concrete ideas are forming in my head and it's partly from the giddiness of my years at amfi and that final graduation show. i am at my best, and i feel the happiest when i can work freely, creatively, daringly. the main issue is that i don't have the finances and as much as everyone tells me that this isn't a problem because my dad can support me, and i know he will, i don't want that help anymore. the thought of it stresses me out. i think most of all, i'm afraid of making the wrong decision, and i'm afraid of being judged for making the wrong decision. it seems like i should be realistic - which is why i got into the whole fervor of applying for jobs - which isn't so bad, and actually very encouraging. but something inside of me just hasn't been able to come to terms with my situation. it feels like things are happening without me having full control, and yet i know that i'm the one who made these choices.
argh. at a loss.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
this transition phase is slightly unnerving but i feel much much better when i'm alone, without anyone asking me how i am, what my plans are etc. lots and lots of appreciation and thankfulness for the people around me, my family especially. and i've been extremely lucky to have met only the best friends in amsterdam. at the moment, a complete blank reigns, but also a strange sort of freedom.
