Samstag, 21. April 2012

"A daughter needs a loving, available, predictable father or father figure who can be counted on, whether divorced or at home. She needs his best paternal intentions, even if his efforts occasionally fall short. She needs his maturity and limit setting and sexual oppositeness, so that she can function with confidence in the wider world of adult love and work."

Sometimes, I look at other people and see how much they make their family proud. Then I look at myself and wonder if I make my family feel the same.
The most important thing in the world for me is to make my family proud, especially my dad. I hate myself so much whenever I do something that wouldn’t put a smile to his face. For example, when I got my university results I cried for hours when I found out my score wasn’t what I needed for the course that I wanted. I was so scared to tell my dad the score because I didn’t want him to be disappointed. I still remember the feeling I get when I got his phone call… my heart dropped- in the next few moments I was going to hear a lot of disappointment in his voice, even if he didn’t want to show it. This was, honestly, one of the hardest moments of my life.
Later, I found out that the score I was told was my original score- my score without bonus points. When I found out my score with bonus points I was super excited… I got into the course that I wanted the most! The first, and only thing that I wanted to do was tell my dad, I just knew he’d finally be proud of me! And he was, he helped me organise everything that I needed to so that I could defer for this year and I got everything done that I needed to.
Then came leaving home to come to Austria. This moment was even harder for me, even though I knew it wasn't a disappointment to him. I know, the 21st January 2012 was one of the hardest days for both of us- he was letting his little girl fly to the other side of the world to live and I was finally leaving home. All I can remember of saying goodbye to him was holding him and never wanting to let him go.. but I had to, it's all part of the experience.
Later on, in late February, I found a letter that my dad had sent over with me. The letter told me a lot of the things that he’s been the most proud of me for over my life. I never realised how much I did to make him proud of me, and mostly it was the simple things. I’ve always tried so hard to make my dad happy and I never took the time to notice that he was proud of me no matter what.
My dad loves me, and I love him… I love him more than I could even try to explain. But I hate that it took me travelling half way across the world to realise it.
Daddy, I know now that you’re proud of me and I’m so glad about that. I know that you’d be proud of me no matter what I do, but I’m always going to do my best to make you proud to say, “That’s my daughter.” I love you, with all of my heart, no matter what happens. <3

It's not hard to be a father but it takes a lot of courage to be a daddy and this man is the best daddy I could've ever asked for! <3

Freitag, 13. April 2012

Unfortunately, not everything is smiles, laughter and fun…


“Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.”
 Homesickness is a bitch. It can hit you at anytime, no matter where you are. You could be doing the most amazing thing that you’ve ever done and all of a sudden you juts feel like shit. Homesickness has now hit me twice, once at day 42, and once at day 69. I’m now at day 82 so I’m not too worried about that… 2/82 days of feeling sad isn’t too bad..
I've heard that homesickness hits everyone differently. For me, it makes me feel incredibly bad for a day or two and by the time the third day comes I feel completely better... So far every time I wake up I'm happier than I've been in weeks for what seems like no apparent reason. Now, I think it's probably because I go from feeling so shit, back to feeling normal, it just seems a lot better...
Just because it's only one day, doesn't mean it's any easier. Last time I was out with my host sister and her friends. I'd just come home from a camp with other exchange students where I didn't speak any German so what I knew before the camp, I'd forgotten. I was hearing people speak German everywhere, all night, and I couldn't understand it anymore. All I was thinking was "I don't belong here". The next morning wasn't much better... We got home and I went to my room. I didn't want to see anyone, seeing people made me feel worse. I felt like I don't belong for multiple reasons- for one, the language, and two, all of the girls here have such beautiful figures and here I am, just me... Just plain old me. Most of the time this doesn't get to me, but when I'm feeling homesick it's one of those things...
The one thing that I want to do when I'm home sick is talk to someone... Mostly my mum. She's the one that I always talk to when I'm not feeling good. She's the one person that I'd trust with my life. I love her, more than anything. 
If it wasn't for these few horrible days, this would be the most exciting time of my life. I dread homesickness... I always find myself trying to do something so I don't get the chance to feel homesick. I do love being here, this year is amazing... but homesickness is a bitch!