Anyone else HATE Holland? I'm sorry, I know people mean well, but
if I hear the Welcome to Holland poem one more time I'm going to
scream. They've got the story all wrong.
You're plane wasn't
DIVERTED to Holland. Oh no, you landed in Italy and thought it was
absolutely beautiful. In fact, you got there with all of your luggage
and thought you'd take this trip again sometime. Then, you start to
think your trip is a little odd, but still beautiful. Finally, you
notice some things missing from your trip and so you have your
itinerary checked...only to get DEPORTED! Forget clean underwear or
your jacket, Holland has broadsided you with extradition. You get to
Holland and you're exhausted, smelly and no one understands a word
you're saying. You don't know how you will get through the day or how
you will sleep or eat. You occasionally meet a nice person and you
enjoy that time until Holland kicks that person out. So far, Holland
is just kicking your backside and you have no idea why. Holland even
has you doubting how strong you feel about yourself and pushes you to
your extreme limits. Then, to make matters worse, Holland is causing
so much stress that your partner starts to doubt and wonder if you can
make it work. Perhaps your partner leaves you. After all, it's not a
holiday you signed up for. But after you're there a while, and if
you're lucky enough, you meet others in Holland who know just how you
feel. Others who have made their homes in Holland and have found the
beauty in it. It's only then that you can start to appreciate the
tulips.
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