Sunday 16 December 2012

Sunday 2 December 2012

The Graduant

For some of us it was surreal.
For me, it was surreal.

All the unusual and positive elements of life gathered together for: The Graduation.
Anticipation, excitement, restlessness.

Families arriving, providing everything missing in their absence.
Sausages, cheese and dolmadakia arriving in masses while we try to cope with the overwhelm. Not ready to receive my own culture and language, I nonetheless go with the flow in an attempt to seize the day. And I seized it.

Friends' parents and siblings recognising my face from Facebook pictures and being delighted to have FINALLY met me in person. And their approach; unbelievably loving.
Strangers treating me like their own daughter, with love and care. It shocks me. It shocks me positively to feel so welcomed. And to know that this warm approach still exists within humanity.

I have received unbelievable appreciation these past few days and the feedback people have given me shows how each person receives the kindness you give- even if it is not always obvious.

The Day
Excitement to the max, everyone looking good and happy. Happy to see each other achieve. Cz that's what it was- an award of achievement.





Which lasted only a few minutes
before   it was all lost again.



The Night
Celebrating with a touch of extra confidence deriving from everyone's admiration and the graduant himself. A constant smile on the face and a smiling heart.
Plain nirvana, complimented by some wine.

And what better way to end the night other than being locked out of your house AND your room?
No better way!

So my night continues with a sleepover after a kind heart agrees to share their bed with me. 
I sleep in my dress. Making it a real graduation night.
Feeling glamorous even when I'm dreaming.
Feeling pretty even when I'm drooling.

The End
Last night my mum was making makaronia tou fournou [pastitsio much?] in my Canterbury kitchen. That was surreal. For many, different reasons, it was surreal. Five girls, sat around a table and it felt right; to genuinely be nice to eachother- after whatever feelings in the past. And it proved my point-
everyone is capable of being a sweat heart [or a complete ****] at any given time.

Now I'm just washing clothes and cleaning my room. Packing away the memories and returning to reality. 

And my little finding makes me laugh that I wore this dress for 18 hours without realising I hadn't removed the price tag... 




Humor does make everything better.