All sorts of crazy things happening this past week..

I am sitting on the subway on my way back after the first class of the day. I wasn't far from fainting several times and I couldn't have a conversation in class without having to hold a tissue in my face.. so I figured that it was best to return home and get better immediately. Quite frankly, I don't have time on my schedule to get sick, so better save it now and get lots of rest before it gets even busier and more important to be present.

I need tea and fairy tales, so I will see if someone from home is available to call.

Last night, getting back from Spring Awakening rehearsals around 11, I had to finish a 1000 word essay on a Broadway show - my midterm exam. . meaning nothing I could possibly be excused from doing. I am glad I got it done, but not happy about the little rest I've gotten.

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Thursday before Easter my grandparents are arriving. This is surreal, but I am sure looking forward to see them. The second I get to be with them again, I will know how truly little distance geographically.. and in time... there is between us, and the rest of the ones at home. .. home. or whatever Denmark is to me.

Home is one of my favorite words. - But picking one spot geographically is not a thing I am fond of.. when I think of home, it's in a deeper, more metaphorical way..
First of; whatever space/whichever people I feel comfortable/unjudged/loved by.
Second of; the goal in the song - whatever you are fighting for to reach through the obstacle, the want/need.. this is the place you imagine yourself in, in a win situation.

I promise you I always feel tongue tied when people ask me where I'm from... strange to find something so banal difficult. I guess it's also a state of heart. A feeling of being settled.
Well I don't!.. I might as well already spoil that for you. lol. But really, no one is... are they?

I imagine every human being to be a restless soul, because we never stop thinking/dreaming. Our thoughts are never still. Heaven knows, and Meisner knows, that feelings never are... so truly settling, and not ever thinking outside the walls of whatever box you created is really the description of a dead soul. It's the human not responding to instincts, forgetting what it is to learn something new every day, neglecting any new human contact.

No-one I know is like that.. but I have come across people like that. I would not be friends with people like that, truly.. They do exist.
But this thought I'm typing out is really not to emphasize on the negative, but to remind of the positive.
There is just such a beauty in always thinking new thoughts, always feeling new things, always learning ahead... looking for new places to travel, setting new goals, desiring to meet new people.

- Yes, this has been a theme of my blog writing for a long time, 'Home'.. just because I think it is a peculiar and yet profound word.

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Thursday:
Thursday evening I had rehearsals till 10 pm, and then it was the plan to go to the apartment my grandparents were staying in during their visit in NYC, at William's residence up on the upper West side, 96th street.
I got there around 11 pm.. thinking I'd already find them in the apartment. I was getting really sleepy, despite the excitement.. and just when I was about to fall asleep close to 1 am, they knocked on the door!

They came in with a big smile on their face, and ready for a hug.. but they were well tires, because they had spent hours waiting for public transport.. out in the cold :/
Anyhow, we got to share a cup of tea, some rye bread, licorice and chocolate Easter eggs all from my family.

Friday: For the next day, we were able to sleep in - which was fantastic!! I had rehearsals in the afternoon, but after that.. around dinner time, we had the evening together to eat at the Markle and go to the Good Friday service on 14th street.

Here I reunited them with their long term friends, the Wittenbergs.. which of course is how I first got contact to my American family.
I felt a huge pile of happiness overflowing, when I saw them catch up. Very special to share families like that between people I love dearly.

The Good Friday service was truly wonderful. There were some amazing artistic presentations. The acting sketches are by far some of the best I've seen in the Salvation Army. Then there was a very powerful dance, that Josephine my Danish friend was in. It eas very powerful, and I was happy to see good dancers!

The call to prayer was much needed, and I had missed kneeling before the altar in a long time. I just kept crying and praying, "I miss you. Fill me with your Holy Spirit."
That was all I needed to pray for till my enrollment coming up 2 days later.

.. There was a feeling for wanting to prepare myself for that special day, being as clean and willing as possible. But... I really don't think there is such a thing as prep for God, really - I think there is just an immediate yes or no from us, when he starts to put his hand on our soul. And that is one answer I know I won't fail choosing right.

I know I won't fail wanting to find God more and be filled more on Sunday. That's the best I can do standing by the altar, really.

It was so beautiful being able to worship with my grandparents here, and praying with them.

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Saturday:
We had a lovely brunch in the morning at my grandparent's favorite cafe - Barnes and Nobles. It's a giant book store, but they always end up spending extra time in a cafe, if there is one close-by, without doubt. They love their tea ;) So do I.. but being with them, I remembered that I am not as good at taking the time and initiative to make my own.

It was so very delicious, and I was truly stuffed for a good long time.

Cinnamon latte and banana, followed by a chicken pesto sandwich

Beautiful pink flowers of the spring coming out!

.... followed by an apple pie.

which was really good, but also had a lot of sugar... !

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Monday:
..... Man, it's difficult to leave my grandparents in a cozy home at morning to go to school. I woke up knowing that I'd been sound asleep all night, a wonderful feeling. But, I guess rather wanting to stay in and drink tea doesn't support having to leave the door at 8 am.

My granddad woke me by taking dozens of pictures in my face, while I was sleeping like a puppy. . At least that's what I hope I looked like, otherwise I shall have to delete a part of his memory card!
Sweet and actually weird being loved in that way. They love me very much, indeed. On Wednesday they're taking me to The Lion King on Broadway. I am indescribably exited :D

What else is new? .. Clara my sister who's very much already a teenager, even though she's not actually in her teens anymore, just got a Facebook.... I think it's very very cute, and it makes me happy to now be able to hear more from her, and faster!

.. I am falling asleep in bed, as usual. Well, it is 12:30 at night, so I guess I'm excused to fall into a deep and wonderful sleep now.. FINALLY being able to sleep in a couple of hours more. Hallelujah, I have needed it so.

Sleep tight and don't let anyone bite!
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