In 2004 I flew out to Oregon to Becky's home again, and there we had a mini-reunion with several others of our gang of girlfriends from our time in junior high: Kelly, Robin, Denise, Julie, and Jill. Becky and I were the core of this group, touching both the beginning and the end of it. 2 of the girls from the very beginning who weren't at the reunion (Karin & Angelica) never even met the girls from the end of it. It was weird then, 5 years ago, seeing how everyone had changed, and yet how very much they had stayed the same. And it was even weirder this time (with fewer of us: Jill & Julie couldn't come). Even after 30+ years, I could recognize the essential personalities of those 7th and 8th grade girls that were my friends then and who are my friends still, to one degree or another.
I miss the Netherlands fiercely, even though the area we stayed at during this visit doesn't match what I think of in my head when I think of Holland. The school that we went to doesn't even exist in its original format anymore (it was torn down years ago and a new school built) and most of the landmarks and places of interest have changed. We did go to the school but it was a rather pointless exercise touring a building that we had no memories of. The track and bleachers were the same and the dorm building where I lived in my 9th grade year during school weeks is still there, though it's an elderly care facility now. But we had fun together, looking at old yearbooks and reminiscing, and eating Dutch frikadelles (which my husband can't understand my love for).
One day we spent zooming around South Limburg visiting castles, which are in common supply all over the countryside. Schaesburg, Hoensbroek, Schaloen, Wittem and Valkenburg. We toured the Velvet Cave under Valkenburg castle and went to the 4th of July festivities off-base near the school. That was fun, though the fireworks show was relentlessly over-done. On Tuesday, Becky and Kelly and I took the car and drove around and found their old houses and took photos. (I didn't make it to my old house in Belgium this visit, which was over an hour away). On Wednesday, Becky went with our family to Efteling amusement park, which I wasn't sure would be age-appropriate for the kids and which turned out to be EXCELLENT (thanks to bezigebij for the original recommendation), while her husband, Pete, whose mother is English, went to Luxembourg City to find the cemetery his grandfather, who died in the the Battle of the Bulge, is buried in.
It's weird. I'm at the end of my vacation, the middle of summer and the beginning of working again. I can't tell if I'm coming or going or what. It's not a comfortable feeling, I must say, even if that sounds stupid. I have a lot in my head right now: all jumbled and mumbled together. Things I want to remember, things I need to write down. Things that I need to think about. I have 2 more days to call vacation, but I can already feel myself yearning for regular routines, for work, for social interaction and my usual life. It's all been a dream, somehow, one in which I discovered that I'm much closer to the 14-year-old I once was than I had any idea of.