Jan '06 - Feb '07
Due to my procrastinating, absent minded, design led life, these next few posts are way overdue (sixth months overdue to be exact.) But just like in school I need deadlines, so my plane leaving for the states on Friday seems like a deadline to me, and that has made me interested in posting my experience over here.
A little bit about me first, I find it relevant somehow. I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio; literally a stones throw from the DAAP architecture building. Moved to Chicago and then to Dayton where I spent almost 17 years of my life.
Moved to Cincinnati for school and have bunked up there for the past 5 years. I then decided, with the help of UC's co_op program requirements and an offer to work in Europe, to move to Amsterdam. So, negating small trips around the country and the world, that is where I have spent most of my life.
If you don't know what Ohio looks like, here is a shot. And if you do, here is a frightening reminder of the "heart of it all".
Looking up this information, I thankfully do not have these figures running through my head. Ohio is approximately 41,330 sq.miles with dimensions of about 210 mi / 230 miles. The COUNTRY of The Netherlands is approximately 16,003 sq. miles with dimensions of 190 x 160 miles. Essentially Ohio is over twice as big as the land of the Dutch. That blows my mind.
Population wise is a little different, must account for all the corn fields. Over 11 million in Ohio, but almost 17 million in Holland.
Let try to tie all these random thoughts back into a singular thought. I have lived most of my life in basically a crazy small part of the world in southwestern Ohio. Moving to about the same area across the pond, with a whole new language, way of life, even though it was not a true culture shock because the first thing I saw when I got off the plane was Burger King and on TV when I hit my apartment was Oprah.
It's been hard but an amazing experience. An old friend told me that she thought I was a home-body, someone who likes the comfort in their own way of life. I don't know if I made this trip to prove her wrong, prove to myself I wasn't that way, prove I wasn't the classic stereotype of an AMERICAN, or maybe it proved that I was exactly that. God only knows what I will feel like when I hit Midwestern Soil.
Never having any ability to write in a diary, blog, or write in the English language very well I hope I can continue to post for whatever it may bring.
So this is where I have spent the last half year of my life.