Color Rain By Night

It’s been a really long time since my last post but I’ve been so busy with getting my life back on track since returning from Scotland, school work and life in general that I’ve abandoned my blog a bit. I will try to get back to writing as it is something I love to do and commit myself to posting on a regular basis again.

First good news of the day: I’ve booked a weekend Barcelona with my cousin to visit my other cousin that is studying there at the moment. 4 Days of quality time with my cousins and I can’t wait! Now I’ve been to Barcelona before so I’ve seen the touristy bits. This time I want the local experience and find the best kept secrets. So if you have any? Let me know!

Then the second good news of the day: I managed to wash off all the colored powder from last nights Color Rain By Night run! A 4K run where they throw holi colored powder on you every K. The best part was the bag of powder you received at the end of the run and we all threw the powder in the air at the same time.

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The third and final good news of the day is that I really actually posted something on my blog again. The only downside of this point is that I really have to get back to my homework now! More about that later.

Not So MovingFeet Anymore

The first thought I had after stepping on Dutch grounds was sh*t, I won’t be able to really travel for the next year and a half. Walking through Schiphol, seeing all those people ready for take-off, hours away from their next big adventure, made me green of jealousy. At first. 5 Steps later and the calm sea of home washed over me. This was where I needed to be right now.
Tomorrow I have been home for exactly two weeks and it’s like I never left. My flat is exactly the same again, my friends are still by my side and I already have my job back. School starts Tuesday and I’ve been living in a haze. I’ve had time to settle in, see my friends and hang out with my new boyfriend.
My new boyfriend who took the week off to hang out with me, to spend some time together. Walking through the city, a day trip snowboarding, cooking, lying on the couch watching films, seeing friends, just being together.
So now I have written and finished another chapter in my life, ready to begin a new one. Taking parts of previous chapters with me, leaving things behind and adding new stories.
From being a girl that was running away from her life, to being a girl that wants to face life full on. I’m ready to be home and most importantly, stay home. I want to finish my degree, build a base here. No more running away from now on.
My dear followers, this doesn’t mean my feet won’t be moving again. The places might not be far from my home for now, but adventure can be just around the corner.
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Back in Aberdeen

Christmas is over, New Years has gone by and I’m back in Aberdeen. Time to get serious and start my exam preparation! I’m just having a little trouble concentrating.. I just finished my third cup of coffee and can’t find my concentration anywhere. Everything distracts me and I find myself doing anything but studying..

So I might as well put my time to some use and write!

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Being home for Christmas gave me space to breathe again, relax and live my life. 19 People at one big table, enough wine, a 5 course dinner and the traditional singing of childhood songs gave me the ultimate Christmas feeling again.

New Years was spent here in Aberdeen with 2 good friends of mine. We read on the internet that Amy McDonald was going to perform at a street party so we wondered down the main street only to find it empty.. The security people hadn’t heard of anything major going on in the streets so we gave up and went to a pub. Later on we found out we were 4 years too late to see Amy McDonald.. Oops! We still had a fun night with a bit of disappointing fireworks but started 2013 as you should: partying it up!

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With only 2 more weeks left in Scotland, 2013 is going to be the year of staying home for me. Being abroad for most of 2012, it is now time for me to be home.

Keep the earth below my feet
From my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been

~ Mumford and Sons – Below my feet 

This. Is Scotland.

I had been looking forward to this past weekend for over a month. Not only did this weekend mean it was almost my birthday, I was going to see what all the hype about Edinburgh was.

After witnessing Aberdeen’s hour of horror (between 5 and 6 a.m. Saturday morning), when all the people you see are either too drunk to make it home or still sleep drunk, I made my way to the bus station where I met my fellow city trippers. 3 Hours later, we were walking through the buzzing heart of Edinburgh.

I now can help the hype going for this beautiful city. Walking through the old part it’s like you stepped back in time with buildings like little castles and street performers gathering crowds of people. You can just feel the history and see the stories. This is what I imagined Scotland looked like.

In 2 days we saw almost every tourist attraction we wanted to see. The castle, the cathedral, how they weave kilts, Holyrood palace, a pub on Grassmarket, the Royal Mile, the Edinburgh Vaults, lots of Christmas decorations, lots of fancy warehouses, lots of amazing old architecture, many more things and of course the Christmas market.

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This is a city where I could see myself living one day. A city well worth visiting. A city I will help to keep the hype alive.

Flashback: Ghana Confessions

I was just about to go to bed, when I stumbled on the Projects Abroad Ghana Facebook page I am part of. Once in a while I flick through it, read some messages and click away from the page. Just now though, I saw a video was posted about a volunteer D. who is going to travel to Ghana for the fourth time to donate football gear around Ghana. Including the club I volunteered at in my last month: The Cantonments.

My last month in Ghana, I decided to move from Cape Coast to the capital city Accra. Instead of helping in an orphanage, I would be helping/training a football team. An 18 year old girl, trying to teach 12 year olds how to kick a ball around. Looking back I find it hilarious, considering they kicked my ass on the field.. At the same time it turned out to be an experience I will never ever forget in my life.

While looking at this video, my experience flashing before my eyes at the same time, there are some things I just have to throw out there. Call it conscious, call it growing up, call it reflecting on life. It just has to be done.

I was 18 when I decided I wanted to help little kids in Africa. Feeling all grown up and sure I could do this, that they even needed me out there. Boy was I wrong. Thinking about it now, both the kids in the orphanage in Cape Coast and the kids on the football pitch in Accra, taught me more than I did them.

It was my first travel experience and I was suffering a big culture shock, severe homesickness and a lot of insecurity. This all made me a bit shy, on the background, just letting it all happen instead of making things happen. Most of the time, I just wasn’t really me.

During those 4,5 months I didn’t fully realize what I was putting myself through and how much I would value that experience right now. Even though I would do everything different now, I don’t regret one moment.

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The Cantonments will always have a special place in my heart.

A Cry For Help: Photo Experts Opinions Wanted

For all you photo experts out there, a cry for help from me. In one of my impuls decisions I signed myself up for a photojournalism class here in good ol’ Aberdeen. It is everything I thought it would be and I am absolutely loving it. The only problem is, they don’t really teach me how to take photo’s or what I should be aware of.. As I am always eager to learn (oke, just the subjects I am interested in..), I hereby cry out to you, photo experts-bloggers-YOU!

For my class, we first of all had to pick a subject. How could I choose something else than my moving feet! The perfect opportunity to collect some more photo’s for this blog and actually produce some decent photo’s eventually.. We will be graded on the selection we make ourselves of 20 photo’s and 3 final photo’s. Together they have to tell a certain story. My story being the most interesting of all of course: ME! The story of Kyley, moving her feet around Aberdeen.

So in the last few weeks I have been out and about, excusing myself to my newly made friends while I take photo’s of my feet. Climbing on things, asking them to pose for me and always last of the group, trying to find that awesome shot.

Anyhow, back to my cry. Below are a few photo’s I have taken over the last few weeks and  now if I can be so humble, I would like to ask you photo experts-bloggers-YOU, what you think of them. Any suggestions? Things I need to be aware of? Tips? Opinions? Don’t get me wrong, I know what I like and I know my “style”, but why not use this wonderful world of blogging to get some feedback and maybe improve my game.. I’m going for an A for this subject!

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Don’t hold back, I’m a strong girl, I can take criticism. Let me hear your voice and share your views with me.