Today we went to Ivy Point, we gave them our contact information and told them that we would love to do some voluntary work the next two weeks. After that we went to the pool, the family is part of a private pool thing, everyone who pay a yearly fee can go to that pool, and since we are part of the family now, we can go there too. Anyway, it is seriously too hot outside, I can be in the sun for two hours or so, then I feel like some kind of BBQ meat...
Speaking of meat; yesterday me and Nessica made dinner! I made Swedish meatballs and Nessica made oven baked potatoes with feta cheese, and brown gravy with mushrooms in. We also bought lingonberry jam, and for dessert, Nessica made us fruit cocktails. We made a mess in the kitchen, but the outcome was really good :)
Soon Nessicas mother is arriving, on Thursday I think. As soon as she has arrived, Nessicas sister is going to take us to the cinema to see the new Harry Potter movie. Nessicas two brothers will also join us, I'm looking forward to meet them!
When we were sitting in the car from Philly to New Jersey, the radio played a song I haven't heard in many years. I don't like the singer that much but I love the lyrics, and when I was 15 - 16, they meant a lot to me. I actually got an impulse feeling, that IF I ever get at tattoo, perhaps it should be the line "I hope you dance", because that is what life is all about.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
When life gives you the chance to dance, you should dance! Dare to take risks, not always but every now and then, have faith in a higher power, believe in yourself. That is what I tell myself.
Crappy video but better than nothing...
XX, Elin
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