How do you know what is a dream if you never accomplished one?

How do you know what is a dream if you never accomplished one? 

How do you know what is an adventure if you never took part in one? 

How do you know what is anguish if you never said goodbye to your family and friends with your eyes full of tears?

How do you know what is being desperate, if you never arrived in a place alone and could not understand a word of what everyone else was saying? 

How do you know what is diversity if you never lived under the same roof with people from all over the world? 

How do you know what is tolerance, if you never had to get used to something different even if you didn’t like it? 

How do you know what is autonomy, if you never had the chance to decide something by yourself? 

How do you know what it means to grow up, if you never stopped being a child to start a new course? 

How do you know what is to be helpless, if you never wanted to hug someone and had a computer screen to prevent you from doing it? 

How do you know what is distance, if you never, looking at a map, said “I am so far away”? 

How do you know what is a language, if you never had to learn one to make friends? 

How do you know what is patriotism, if you never shouted “I love my country” holding a flag in your hands? 

How do you know what is the true reality, if you never had the chance to see a lot of them to make one? 

How do you know what is an opportunity, if you never caught one? 

How do you know what is pride, if you never experienced it for yourself at realizing how much you have accomplished? 

How do you know what is to seize the day, if you never saw the time running so fast? 

How do you know what is a friend, if the circumstances never showed you the true ones? 

How do you know what is a family, if you never had one that supported you unconditionally? 

How do you know what are borders, if you never crossed yours, to see what there was on the other side? 

How do you know what is imagination, if you never thought about the moment when you would go back home? 

How do you know the world, if you have never been an exchange student?

, riktig nok ikke jeg som har skrevet dette.

Denne helgen hadde vi lang helg for mandag og tirsdag var fridager. I helgen dro vi på grilling, fester, gården, og vi "feiret" Haloween. Eller her feirer de egentlig ikke, noen av de yngste går Knasp eller Knep, mens de litt eldre kaster egg og dopapir, men de på min alder og eldre gjør ikke særlig stort, verken kle seg ut. Haloween og dagen etter blir mest brukt til å besøke gravgården å pynte på graven til familien sin.

 Men det har vært en innholdsrik og lang helg, og kjenner jeg ikke er helt klar til å stå opp tidlig i morgen for å dra på skolen å ha prøve.

Ellers skjer det ikke særlig stort, men jeg merker at jeg føler meg mer og mer integrert og alt er ikke så nytt lenger, noe som er deilig. Språket begynner å sitte godt, hverdagene flyter i sin rutine, har det veldig godt med familie og venner.... Og fag på skolen da, ingen kommentar.

      Legger ved et bilde fra grilling med klassenda vi feiret at vi vant over hele skolen i fotball. 

     Og har ikke fått tatt mange bilder i det siste, for minnekortet mitt har bestemt seg for å bare ha plass til et bilde om gangen, selv om det er tomt. Noen som vet hva som er galt, eller om det er mulig å nullstille?