Going Dutch (part one)

This is not a travel blog. I don’t do travel posts in which I took amazing photos from my trip and post about it, giving reviews and whatnot. But, I do travel once or twice (if the mood calls) and I also am a storyteller in my own right (whether or not I am a good storyteller is up for a debate, but we’ll do that some other time.)

That being said, I just came back from a six days trip from the Netherlands. It started off as an incredibly ambitious trip. RAM and I plan to do major sightseeing, walk down the memory lane from when we lived there six years ago and whatnot; here’s the cold hard fact, we are old y’all. I mean, proper old. We’ll never have the energy to explore the city (there was even a talk about taking a road trip to Belgium and Luxembourg, pfft who are we kidding here?).

But, fear not, my life is a joke and I always have stories to tell. Whether or not said stories going to be entertaining, that’s a whole different matter and it will not stop me from writing a series based on my trip. How long will the series go on? I’ll be damned if I know. Let’s just see where it goes and if people are actually entertained by the mishaps that is my life story. Oh, actually I did try to wrote a thread about the trip but then I got lazy and I decided to just write it all after the trip, hence this post being made.

Oh and just you guys know, all the stories are made chronologically by order of when it happens.

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Happy birthday, Lemon!

I turned 30 just short of one month ago, and honestly it hasn’t quite sink in yet. I feel like, it’s just the way of life, you know? That you got older as the year gone by, and that’s pretty much it. It is the nature of things that I don’t like being told what to do with my life. I hated it, still do actually. And maybe that’s why the idea of growing old never really quite hit me, because I refuse to acknowledge what it all means. But, maybe today that’s about to change.

Today is my baby brother’s 27th birthday. It’s crazy, it honestly is. Because to me, he’s still my baby brother, the one in diaper and the one I told that he was adopted growing up. When you grow up, you change. You become an entirely different person than who you used to be when you were younger. I like to think I didn’t change at all from when I was younger, and to some extent it is true, but looking at how much my brother had changed from when he was still drooling and in diaper, it brought my own life into perspective. But, I’m not here to tell you about my life’s stories (that’s for another time), I’m here to tell you a story of my baby brother, which I will call Lemon in this story. Don’t ask why.

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