Softball

Jeg er så glad for, at jeg valgte at spille softball - jeg er rent faktisk god til det af at være nybegynder! Det er nu hvor man lærer at sætte pris på, at jeg har lavet sport hele livet, så jeg er atletisk.

Min træner sagde dette til mig i dag: "Good job, at it girl! Good efftort! If you would have played, since you were edibetti, you weould have been pretty dang good by now! You've learned so much in only 2 weeks!"

- Det fik mig næsten til at græde! Det var lige, hvad jeg havde brug for. Det kan godt være ret hårdt at starte noget helt nyt, man ikke har prøvet før. Det er lidt ligesom første skoledag! 

I softball vil jeg rent faktisk gerne spille! Selvom jeg er skide nervøs, er det ikke som i basketball, hvor jeg overhovedet ikke havde lyst til at komme ind på banen! Her venter jeg lidt på, at han siger jeg skal spille.

Jeg fik lov til at spille i vores første kamp i mandags! Det var super sjovt.

Forresten har jeg det bare såååååå godt lige for tiden - ekstra godt! Kan slet ikke forstå jeg skal hjem om 2-3 måneder! Vil ikke hjem og vil hjem! Ved ikke hvad jeg skal føle! ":)("

Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything. Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand are wrong, but also right in a way.

Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But you are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.
Exchange is thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore. And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you safe. Who become your friends.
Exchange is uncomfortable. It’s feeling out of place, like a fifth wheel. It’s talking to people you don’t like. It’s trying to be nice all the time. It’s bugs.. and bears. It’s cold, freezing cold. It’s homesickness, it’s awkward silence and its feeling guilty because you didn’t talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.
Exchange is great. It’s feeling the connection between you and your host parents grow. It’s meeting people from all over the world. It’s having a place to stay in almost every country of the world. It’s cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It’s seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.
Exchange is falling in love with this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country. Exchange is frustrating. Things you can’t do, things you don’t understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse…
Exchange is understanding.
Exchange is unbelievable.
Exchange is not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year.
Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.
Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it’s also the worst. Without a doubt.
Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.
Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they’re from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year.
And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally. And it’s trying to explain that to your parents.
Exchange is everything. And exchange is something you can’t understand unless you’ve been through it!