I envy my cousin who was born in Africa, schooled in Indonesia and Denmark, and is living in France. Cosmopolitan beats nationalist in my book.

In my highschool days I would have loved to go on an exchange program to the USA, but that didn’t seem to be available to me at the time. When I was in college I worked in Northern Ireland for 6 weeks, but there weren’t any schemes for a longer stay. Later still, well, it just didn’t happen. Maybe I’m just not that adventurous.

Let’s face it, I should have moved to Ireland years ago. Before the goldrush. When houses were dirt cheap (seven, maybe ten thousand Euro would have got me a nice cottage back then. What a great investment that would have been.

I always said I wouldn’t fit in over there, but fuck me, I’m Ms Square Peg whereever I am including this place I call ‘home’. Still as round holes go, Amsterdam ain’t so bad.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this. It’s just a little frustrating at the moment not being able to hop on the DART to lend a hand.