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Aug. 17th, 2008 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
On my trip to Karlsruhe I finally understood why I love hot, humid weather. Karlsruhe, the town I lived in for the first twelve years of my life, has a microclimate of its own which is completely distinct to the rest of Europe. Due to an odd configuration of the Back Forest, the Rheinland and the general topographic location, Karlsruhe has two months of hot weather which resembles a tropcial climate. When I was there it was 30 degrees Celcius (not the hottest it gets), with about 80 percent humidity. Troups from across Europe come to Karlsruhe to prepare for the tropics. It's unbelieverable.
In my mind I always remembered long and hot summers, punctuated by quick rainfalls which soaked everything. On our first day in Karlsruhe we got caught in a rainstorm, and it soaked us from head to toe in a matter of ten minutes. Joel compared it to a monsoon.
When my mother picked me up I asked her whether this was normal, and she looked at me baffled. Did I not remember the long and hot summers which made her feel comatose for two months a year? The thing is, I do, but I also know that memory is fallable, and that particularly with regards to our own childhood we imagine things to be more sunny, more bright, and more beautiful in general. Little did I know I was absolutely right.
Now I'm back to writing my dissertation. Ack, should do so much more...
In my mind I always remembered long and hot summers, punctuated by quick rainfalls which soaked everything. On our first day in Karlsruhe we got caught in a rainstorm, and it soaked us from head to toe in a matter of ten minutes. Joel compared it to a monsoon.
When my mother picked me up I asked her whether this was normal, and she looked at me baffled. Did I not remember the long and hot summers which made her feel comatose for two months a year? The thing is, I do, but I also know that memory is fallable, and that particularly with regards to our own childhood we imagine things to be more sunny, more bright, and more beautiful in general. Little did I know I was absolutely right.
Now I'm back to writing my dissertation. Ack, should do so much more...
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Date: 2008-08-19 10:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-20 10:58 am (UTC)I lived in Holland for the last four years, which was a good experience, although I was mostly surrounded by other international nutters. Do you speak Dutch? I lived in Maastricht...
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Date: 2008-08-21 06:57 pm (UTC)What got you travelling so much? For me it was my dad's job in hotel management.
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Date: 2008-08-21 07:22 pm (UTC)I'm not sure about what I'd do when I have kids. On the one hand the TCK experience is really cool. On the other hand, there is something to be said about being emotionally grounded in a 'home' place. Although if you return after two years they may have the best of both worlds...
It was my Dad's job which made us move to Belgium first when I was 12. Then, when I was 18 I decided to study in Maastricht, and now I live in England. I'm bilingual though - Dad's English, so I've always spoken a bit of English.
Out of interest, where on the West Coast do you live? It's not Vancouver Island, is it?
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Date: 2008-08-21 09:22 pm (UTC)And yes, we traveled extensively when I was a kid, from age 4 to 12. We then settled down in Holland. For my parents it was "back home" again, but for me it wasn't. I have never seen Holland as "home", though I can feel *at* home there. When I first came to Vancouver Island, we took the sea plane from Vancouver harbour to Victoria harbour, and as we flew the plane turned south and gave us a beautiful view of Strathcona and the more northern regions of the island. I broke down right then and there, and cried "I'm home!". That was the first time in my life that I ever felt that I was home, that I'd come home. And after 9 years it still feels that way. This is home. We went back to Europe in 2006 - to Holland and the UK where my husband's family lives - and even though it was nice to see the relatives again, we both felt even more that Van Isle is "home".
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Date: 2008-08-22 10:12 am (UTC)Yeah, Joel's from Nanaimo originally. But he moved to Hong Kong when he was 17, and then to Holland where I met him. His family still lives on Vancouver Island, and I've been twice- I love it there! I felt so at home there, but I don't know why. The second time I came I worked at a kids camp - I don't know if you've know it, it was Camp Narnia - and when the plane took off I was near in tears. But I told the Island I'd come back next year... unfortunately by then the camp had been sold... :(
But wow, that's amazing that you've lived there all along! Congratulations on finding such a beautiful place! :D
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Date: 2008-08-22 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-23 12:54 pm (UTC)Yeah, the camp's been inactive for two years. It was pretty amazing when it was going though. Some people are thinking of starting it up again - I wholeheartedly hope it works, the world would be a better place with it. There were always a high proportion of TCK's there - it was just a place where everybody with an open mind felt very much at home with. People who had lived aborad were always encouraged to share their experiences, rather than conform. It's one of the few places I felt I could belong to. Just added to the magic of Canada, really...