It's in the minutes and the hours

It feels like I have to re-introduce myself to this blog. It's a shame that I haven't written on this one for so long, it's depressive to see no one has watched this lovely place... I accede, I'm the guilty one. So, a short reintroduction would be good I think. I'm still Henrike, still the same person, same writer, I've reached the age of eightteen and got some new experiences in Italy where I lived for a while as an au pair. It doesn't mind why I'm living in Holland again I think, it just didn't work overthere. I still want to become a doctor and therefor I still have to wait untill coming September, only if I'm going to be picked out of thousands of people with the same dream. I'll try it another way this time, and I hope this will bring me to the place where I want to be. Before I've to fill my time with something else, which will be work, I don't know what, or how, or for how long, I just need to find a job and I need to wait for the selection.

It sounds so normal, so by experience; bút it's not! I enjoy my life so much! It is in the minutes and in the hours. I don't have to look in the future, not to even think about it daily. It will come like it comes. For now I just have to live the minutes and the hours. Feel those minutes, those hours and more important, feed them. Last week for example, I went to my cousins and had two lovely days, lovely minutes, lovely hours. And I'm feeling more home, like ever before since I'm back from my Italy-experience. I discovered a place where they have hunderd-eighty-three different flavours of tea. I realize how blessed I am with my friends. How much of freedom I have and how rich I am, in material and immaterial things. I live the minutes, and the hours and they make me absolutely, deeply happy!