Two months of Zwollywood

I think I have been in the Netherlands for two months now. Sometimes I still think in English and use English words. Do I miss England? I guess I miss having an adventure. Me just going to Hastings for no reason at all. Just wanted to be out. By myself. I mean I could do that now too obviously. But let’s say the fatigue is still kicking in. Luckily, I finally know what is physically wrong with me and now I’ll take a few pills and hopefully it will all be over by Monday.

Hopefully, I’ll start feeling better rested and more joyful. I might actually have a different job this summer. We’ll see. I am looking forward to next weekend. I’ll be a weekend away with my date. That’s nice. This weekend I am seeing a childhood friend. He moved from Watford to Amsterdam. He’ll be living in the Netherlands for two years. I am curious to hear what he thinks of my city Zwollywoooood.

It’s nice weather. Next week it will be nearly 40 degrees Celsius. I’ll be hiding away somewhere in the shade. Possibly swimming. For now, the temperature is nice. My cat is hanging around. Trying to catch the sparrows. I bought food for the sparrows. Now I have several visiting my balcony. I enjoy taking care of plants, birds and my cat. My cat can be really cute. A neighbour is sending me pictures of him laying on her sofa.

I am starting to get used to my new situation. I am living with a new housemate. She brings her date around a lot. It’s like living with two new people. It’s starting to feel a little crowded. But so far she has been quite pleasant. And we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.

Dear Jos, if you are reading this. We miss you. Neighbour Yoeri misses you too. That’s to our previous neighbour Jos who is in Switzerland. I spend a lot of time on our huge roof terrace with Yoeri and he misses his old housemate Jos. Yoeri and I are taking care of the plants. We love it.

I am wondering if people actually still read this since I have been back for two months now. I can imagine people have lost interest. Being abroad sounds so exciting. I guess it was in a way. I experienced a lot of new things. Saw new places. I really liked going to a hostel by myself. I might do that again in the future. It was a lot of fun. I do miss the people I met there. I do stay in touch.

Wherever you are, I hope you are having a good time. Say hi to the butterflies and the bees and enjoy your day! Until next time! x

Zwollywood, you are pretty

Celebrating being home

I am two months in the Netherlands! Time flies. Yes, when you are having fun. Luckily, I am also having fun. That’s what I want to celebrate in this blog. Being home and having fun with lovely people. Yesterday I went on a lovely boot trip. We made jokes and we relaxed. I was with three really close friends of mine. They also like each other and therefore the atmosphere is very  easy going. The four of us went on this boat. A big boat and we even sailed quite a bit. Not having to listen to the motor is so relaxing. You can hear the waves and the birds. Sun on your cheeks and good company. I am glad we went. I’ve also visited our previous housemate. She has a little place of her own now. She is meeting the neighbours and her studies is going really well. She made a nice dinner for us and huge mugs of tea. Oh, her tea is just the best. img_8412 I’ve also seen two good friends who I hadn’t seen in seven weeks, who I usually see every week. It was nice to see them. They are friendly, supportive and fun. Lastly, I am enjoying dating with this lovely guy. He is just so nice and funny. He is easy going and my friends like him too, which is very important to me. We are giving each other flowers. Cute, ha? I have a surprise for him in store. I hope it’ll be a nice weekend together. Now really last but not least I have enjoyed spending some time with family. I went to a birthday of my nephew. He is growing up! 21 already. He is so tall. I hope he leaves the village one day and has a beautiful life of his own. He is doing quite well right now, which makes me happy. And I have seen two very important family members. My fostermoms. They are special to me. One of them gave me her favourite flowers from the garden. Lathyrus. I have already put some of the seeds in a pot. We’ll see what happens. It was nice to spend time with them and enjoy a meal together. I also cuddled the dog. Cutie. I hope you are doing well, wherever you are and until next time! X

Life is life

I am just so damn tired. I am cleaning my room and trying to clean everything in my head. But if you try to clean everything at once, you become very tired. I think most of my physical pain is stress related. My legs aren’t the same height which causes pain but the stress makes it ten times worse. It’s time to take some me time. I just went swimming. I don’t feel better but it didn’t get worse which I felt coming. The tears were coming but for a change I held them back.

I wish I could say I’m doing better. Everything is better once you are back home. Well, it’s not. And I knew that. You just take your feelings wherever you go. Angry, sad, scared. Luckily, I am also happy and sometimes hopeful. Appreciative. But I really need to take care of myself.

Good news: I managed to speak well and motivate my portfolio. Got the marks back and I nailed it. I might be able to do my study quicker than normal. Let’s see how it goes. That was such good news though that I cried and afterwards played we are the champions.

I am also surrounded by friends which is nice. It is nice to be in the company of people who know you well and you can joke around with. Or a friend who celebrates that you finished your portfolio and that he got a new job.

Life is life. Let’s see how I feel next week. I hope you are doing well wherever you are. Until next time! X

Enjoying new plants and space since my drumkit is sold!

Take care

I am listening to the band ‘Cigarettes after sex’. It’s dreamy and sad music. Fitting for me at the moment. I am sleep deprived, in mental and physical pain and I would love some help. Luckily, I do get help and I also ask for help. I went to my GP once again. After six weeks of physical pain I hope they will finally figure out what’s going on. I am a bit done. Done with a lot of things. But I keep going on. That is what I have learnt. Hiding doesn’t make anything better. You have to push, go on, stay strong. Whatever being strong actually means. I feel really vulnerable actually. Tired.

We have a new housemate. I miss the harmony. I miss old times. I am scared and stressed. It’s a big adjustment living with someone you don’t know. She also brings her date to our house a lot. It feels like living with two new people. It’s a bit much for me at the moment. Who knows, it might just all fall into place. All the pieces of the puzzle.

You have to look for the silver lining. An attitude of gratitude as my app ‘Headspace’ would say. Regarding this, I have made an Instagram post where I am grateful for all the people who were with me while I was in London. I thought it was a tough time. Two months abroad is fun. Four is too long. Especially in such a big, loud, chaotic city. It’s just not for me. Maybe for someone else. Everyone is different just like the book ‘The tale of Johnny town-mouse’ says which is written by Beatrix Potter. My mum used to read ‘Peter Rabbit’ by Beatrix Potter to me. In this book ‘The tale of Johnny town-mouse’ particularly, it becomes very clear that some mice like the city and other mice prefer the countryside. Well, that’s one thing: I am glad to be in Zwolle. It’s a green city. I know it well. It’s so nice to walk into a store and know exactly where everything is and where to get what you need. Such as the ‘Hema’ or the ‘Albert Heijn’. Well known stores in the Netherlands.

Suddenly there is so much to do: festivals every weekend. I simply don’t have the energy. I have been so busy with schoolwork that there were friends I didn’t get the chance to see after six weeks. One friend I usually see every week. That’s just weird. Well, also quite good news: I’ve probably done a good job on my portfolio. Tomorrow I’ll hear if it’s okay and if so I am invited to talk about it and if that goes well I am finally done with the portfolio. Stink portfolio as a friend of mine would say, hahahahaha. I have actually learnt quite a few things while reading books and writing this huge portfolio. In a way it was psychology. It wasn’t only useful for becoming a teacher but just for life in general.

Today I am going to try and make it my day and just relax with myself. I hope I succeed in just taking some time for myself. Take care and enjoy your day wherever you are and until next time! X

This might be my favourite street in Zwolle

Loss

Losing your parents isn’t easy. You miss them during all the new steps you make in life. I’ve also lost my grandparents and I remember the first new step I made and couldn’t call my grandma. This is what life is. I suppose I have to toughen up. Grow up. Be big. Whatever that means. Take care of myself. And at the same be sad that they aren’t here. No cuddles, no I am proud of you, no I love you, no questions about your life, no help, no base. It is as if the base is gone for a really long time and I just have to deal with it. Every big step that comes I worry who will be there to cheer me on or cheer me up. There is no love that you know is just there and you don’t have to question. So, I suppose I am left with having to love myself. As everyone. It is just really rough. I barely bump into anyone else with the same experiences. It makes me feel very different. I suppose I am. I suppose it is a very different situation to others growing up and I wouldn’t wish it on someone else. I know there are other orphans out there but I have never spoken to one my age. I am 28 now and I have the desire for recognition. I find it a little in others who feel lonely sometimes or miss a parent. They know that the date of their death is a big deal or that every new step is to be done without them.

I still panic at every step. As if I can’t carry or bear the loneliness. I can totally do every step that comes my way. It’s just that I miss that special person by my side who will comfort me or say that they are proud. I guess I am finally accepting that this is what it is. They are dead. Gone. They won’t come back. No one to be angry with, happy with, share sad moments, help each other, be interested in one another. It is what it is. And how do I wish that it was different. Maybe the longing will never leave. The longing for an arm around me, some words of consolation. Just that they are there. It’s something to deal with.

On the 15th of June I watched a video of me and my mother. We are so alike. Our intonation is even the same. Our laugh is the same. Our interest in another is the same. It goes as far as asking the same question twice just to get the message of the other across. That is what it means to be really interested I suppose. I never got the chance to become my own person though. We were really close and then she died. I suppose my view of love is a bit tainted. Tainted with child love that you just fuse together while you actually are you own person and not everything about you is the same as your mom.

I don’t let panic overwhelm me so far that I am not able to drive a car, work or find my own place for example. I have finally figured out that you have to choose a partner that is good for you and not just the next that comes along. I keep in contact with family and I don’t just cut off all contact. I love harmony. Yes, I am different to my mom. And we are also the same. I call others when I am overwhelmed, I am scared of numbers, forms and anything technical whilst I can also fix things. I am in your face, flirty, have international friends, love dancing and writing. I am full of life just like both my parents were. A bit boundless. That is something that I am learning too. Taking care of myself and seeing my limits. Saying no. Maybe next time. It’s part of life. And people in the Netherlands are direct. So. Yeah, might as well be. I like to have tact though. I don’t like hurting others and if there is no need, why would you?

Who knows, maybe there is a pen pall or someone out there going through the same. Someone who wants contact. Or someone who just takes consolation in reading this. I suppose I always wanted to write a book to be understood. Maybe this blog is my way of showing: this is what my life is like and it is a bit different. It is what it is and maybe you find some consolation in it. Maybe some recognition or empathy. We have to deal with all parts of life: hard, fun, beautiful and so on.

I hope you have a lovely day wherever you are. Until next time! x

I am so lucky

I am starting to fall in love with the Netherlands. I like my green city and especially the people I get to hang out with in it. My housemates are like my brother, my sister, my friends and the little angle on my shoulder that looks out for me. They are special and they know me for nearly four years now. We live together and it’s almost as if we are a little family. I don’t think we have much secrets from each other. We can talk freely and laugh as hard as we can. This weekend we built a fire. It got big and we used cinnamon to spice things up. It gave beautiful sparks. We also made our roof terrace beautiful with plants. We have a fig tree now. I have bought some sunflowers. It makes us happy. The neighbour and I try to water the plants every day since the sun is shining a lot. We enjoy meals together and just hanging out whilst talking about the news, art, history or something very random and funny. I am lucky to have them in my life. This is what home feels like. People that you feel close to and can be yourself around. We are all a bit quirky which makes us fun. Everyone has their own style. I think we learn a lot from each other. We listen and try to help and advise one another. We learn how to cook dishes from each other and we try to inspire each other by doing sports and enjoying hobbies. We also like to go on holidays and days out with each other. I am really lucky.

We used to have a neighbour who we hung out with quite frequently but just when I came back from London, he left for several months to Switzerland. Sometimes I think of him and I have missed him. It’d be fun to get ice cream together. We are all getting closer to a different neighbour now who is taking care of the plants. He’s funny. But yeah I really do miss that one neighbour who I also became really close with. I hope he is having a good time in Switzerland. His brother misses him too. I have no idea what life must have been like without me here for those four months. It must have been different. I am happy to be back.

I am getting to the last bits of my big portfolio. It is a lot of reflection. Let’s hope it is professional enough. We’ll see. I am even not showing up for the most part of a festival, so that I can work on this portfolio. I am really trying my best. I am also trying to relax where possible and cleaning my rooms. I put my drumkit away. Most of it. It’s for sale. If you are interested or know someone who is: please let me know. It might be sold next week. Who knows. It gives more space to walk around freely and enjoy my balcony.

I enjoy dating and spending time with my cat. I am dating this really cute boy. Or man I must say. He is the same age as me. He got me flowers the other day. They are fully blooming now. I took loads of photos of it. I am listening to a lot of romantic music. We enjoy cooking and eating together, hanging out, playing board games and going outside and being in nature. I am happy to have met him and taken the initiative to go out together a lot of months ago. He is just so much fun. We tease each other and laugh. My housemates like him too. He is a friendly giant. Yes a giant. People in the Netherlands are tall and so is he. He towers above me and his feet are bigger than mine. Haha, that is a big deal since my feet are huuuuge and I am always making jokes about it. We’re having fun.

I am also starting to feel a bit better and less stressed. Work is also going well. I am still enjoying swimming. I have skipped salsa though. Who knows, I might pick it up again. I’d also just like to dance at a bar. Who knows, maybe someday soon. Haha, that’s a contradiction. I like words. I love language. I love sounds. I love to learn it and to teach it to others. I think most of my students feel very safe in my presence. They are quite open with me. Just the other day I bumped into a student in the supermarket and she told me about her project with coke and mentos. Very enthusiastically. I enjoy those moments.

The upcoming days I won’t be able to enjoy the sun as much since I’ll be working on my portfolio but I hope you do if you have the chance. Until next time! X

My housemate who made a fire on our roof terrace

My cat is humping my bed

Yes, you read that correctly. My cat is humping my sheets and purring. I’ll just let him walk around my bed and put his claws in and out of the sheets. He’ll stop in a bit and lie down. The new food I bought for him is great. He is loving it. He also slept at our place just a few days ago. For the first time in a very long time. He slept on the stairs. His place. He likes it there. My silly cat. Sometimes I think his eyesight is a bit off. If you hold a little treat for him in your hand it takes him ages to find it and so it is the purrrfect moment to make fun of him. I sometimes call him fat or retarded in a sweet voice. Something I’d never say to a human but you know when I call Mause a fattie I am not even trying to hurt him. I say it in the same tone as I would say sweetie. I once bought lion manes for him and put it on his head. Oh… How he hated that. We thought it was hilarious. You got to have a little fun with your cat. Mostly, I am really nice to him though. He can get a bit aggressive but if you know him, you know exactly where to pet him and where he doesn’t like it and then he doesn’t scratch you. A cat with character. That’s what I like to call him. He’s done humping the bed and just left.

Today I am a month in the Netherlands. It is really nice to be here. I got great news by the way. I managed to complete my minor. That means all the hard work I did in London has been seen and I made it. I have done it. I finished it. Well, so my teacher in the Netherlands thinks. For my education here in the Netherlands I passed. That’s great! A step closer to becoming an English teacher.

I am also working really hard on my portfolio which is getting better everyday. I am also dating again. Doing therapy. Seeing friends. Trying to fit in time to be nice to our new housemate. Next to all of this I am also grieving. On the 15th of June my mother died. I always find June a hard month. Father’s day is also coming up. I can’t buy anything for my father. He’s dead. I might just light a candle this month but I have learnt to prioritize my schoolwork and so I will. I’ll focus on my portfolio and if I want to remember my mom sometime later this summer I will make time for it. It’s not like my love for her or my memory of her is suddenly gone if I don’t do something special on the 15th. In June there are always deadlines for school. So, I have to. I have to focus and so I will.

My cat just jumped back on the bed. He’s going to chill out while I work on my portfolio. I am enjoying the jazz music that is playing. It is nice weather. Who knows, I might make some time to have a walk outside. This evening I’ll see some friends. It feels a little bit like we are celebrating that I have finished my minor. Honestly, it makes me so happy. Now, my London time has a silver lining. I did it! I survived London! I just did it. BAM. Haha.

Well, I hope you are having a good time wherever you are and are kind to yourself. Enjoy the weather if it’s good weather and until next time! X

Mausieeeee

Third week in the Netherlands

Time flies. You’re supposed to say when you’re having fun. I mean I am also having fun but I am also really struggling. I am someone who has a pretty high standard when it comes to social behaviour and expect a lot from myself and from others. This costs a lot of energy. Especially when you are seeing people after four months. Plus, everyone wants to know how my time in London was. Let’s just say it was a little bumpy. I managed but it wasn’t easy. I am very proud that I went though and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I am glad that I went. Let’s just say I am still really tired.

I am trying out new routines. I tried kickboxing and dancing at my former dance company but I guess for now it just doesn’t suit me. Maybe I am also just looking for safety by sticking with things that have been part of my routine for four months and just want to keep doing the same. Now I dance salsa in Deventer and I swim. Swimming and salsa; just like in London. Comforting. Not completely the same but still very similar. I enjoy doing both. Swimming makes me aware of my mind and body and dancing salsa is just pure pleasure. It makes me smile.

I am also working on a big portfolio for my education. Since I am lacking in energy it gives me anxiety whether I’ll finish it in time before the deadline and whether it will be good enough. I must say I think I am doing pretty well so far.

Next week I am going to a new hairdresser. It is called ‘The Hair Garden’. They are environmental friendly. Good thing since I shower too long, occasionally eat meat and sometimes drive in my car. I prefer the train though or walking or biking. Biking is just bliss. Pure bliss. Everyone bikes here! In my little city. Compared to London it feels like a village. Nearly every time I go outside there is someone to say hello to. I mean that is lovely if you are in the mood for it but if you aren’t it gives me a bit of anxiety. A friend told me you don’t always have to say hello. I think that is good advice.

It’s nice weather. I am wearing dresses and putting on sunscreen. Tomorrow it might rain. Even though it is such nice weather, my cat is still interested in coming home. Usually he isn’t too bothered and he’d rather come home in the winter but he likes to come home now and I try to give him a lot of attention. I have also bought new food for him.

Next week our new housemate is coming. Exciting and scary. It might be a really good change for all of us. ‘Een frisse wind’ as we would say in Dutch. Haha.

Wish me good luck adjusting and settling here and I hope you are having a good time where ever you are! Until next time! x

Zwolle is beautiful

Cultural differences

London is a city full of theatre. I’ve been to two shows. Life of Pi and Moulin Rouge. When you go to Piccadilly Circus the streets are filled with signs and blinking lights to lure you in. I’ve also been to two very British shows. The Graham Norton Show and Taskmaster. I have always been a fan and this was quite special to me. I got to sit in the audience and see the set.  

 

I’ve also been to Salsa Temple every week. This showed me how diverse London is. People came from all different backgrounds to Salsa Temple. I’ve also met a Londoner there who invited me to be on his podcast. We talked about English shows, politics and my courses.  

 

I’ve not only visited London. I’ve been to Hastings where the famous Battle of Hastings took place. I’ve been to Watford, Oxford, Bristol and Brighton. Furthermore, I have been to Scotland. Here I visited Irvine, Troon, Ayr, Dunure, Edinburgh, Kilmarnock and Glasgow. I didn’t get the chance to visit Isle of Skye and this will be for the future.  

 

The people in Scotland are very open and would love to help a visitor. On a bus there were four individual people who tried to show us the way even though we didn’t even ask for help. In London people are very individualistic and everyone is in a rush. You frequently walk through a red light. There are always sirens going off.  

 

The weather in the U.K. is pretty much the same as in the Netherlands. I also had to learn this during British Studies and it seems to be true. A storm in the Netherlands, meant a storm in England and it didn’t rain as often as its reputation says.

 

I met with a childhood friend and she gave me a present. I was so thankful that I started crying. Her mother panicked and told me that: ‘We don’t show emotions here’. I could see she was trying to keep her feelings in. This is what I’ve also learned during British Studies. The English are modest, have a stiff upper lip and apparently are not that open about their emotions.

 

I think that the Dutch are better organized. When it comes to university and also the general look of a place. We have better roads. Furthermore, there aren’t any fences surrounding our parks. You don’t have to find the entrance of a park to get into it.  

 

The parks are so big compared to the parks back in my city Zwolle. The park can also include a waterfall such as in Kyoto Park within Holland Park and there is also a waterfall in Hyde Park. In these parks there was a strong rollerblading community. Squirrels would hop around everywhere. You would also find foxes in the city or in Richmond Park. 

 

People dress differently. Some women wear a lot off make up and high heels and dresses when they go out. They don’t even wear a jacket in the middle of the winter. Dutch women usually always wear a coat and could easily go out in a pair of jeans. Dutch people are more down-to-earth.

 

The food is very different. The bread isn’t anything like in the Netherlands and let’s just say that is a negative thing. The supermarkets do not have the choices you would have back at home. I missed a package or a fresh meal deal to make a lasagne from scratch. I missed all the things we are able to put on our bread. I missed aioli. The English cheese is quite good I must confess. A good cheddar cheese.  

 

The diversity in London is nothing compared to anywhere else. There are tourists but there are people living in London from so many different backgrounds. Mixture of cultures. In my area there was a black community and also a Spanish community. The person I sold my bike to via Gumtree was Italian. It didn’t surprise me. It is rarer to bump into a person who isn’t a mixture of cultures and from Britain than someone who is a mixture of backgrounds or a foreigner. My university was also known for diversity and very proud of it as you can find on their website. I came to find that this was very true. A strong Pakistani community and Indian community was present. This makes sense considering British history and colonization.  

 

I came to know that Pakistan used to be one country with India. I came to know that Russia also invaded Bulgaria. I told people Belgium used to be one country with the Netherlands. Some people were very unaware of where the Netherlands actually is.

 

Universities are very different when it comes to discipline. You can be late or not show up and it will have no consequences. There is not a lot of room to speak though and there is respect for the teacher. Students can be lazy and undisciplined.  

 

There were security measures taken when it comes to the university. You needed to scan your pass to be able to get in the building. I remember a mother who was a student and her child wasn’t allowed in the building. One day there were police officers and sniffer dogs making their way through the building. There were also security guards just around the corner of my street. I also knew several people who were mugged and I even got an email about it. Whenever I walked home by myself I kept my distance to anyone else.  

 

A big cultural difference was transportation. In the Netherlands everyone bikes everywhere. In London you take a tube. It is completely dark and the sound it makes is deafening. You also get a train or a bus or walk for an hour and then an hour back. Very normal. I did buy a bike and did bike to a bit of a hilly area but overall London is quite flat. There were three hills that I have been on top of.

 

There are a lot more options when it comes to restaurants and bars compared to my little city. You can take salsa lessons and dance freely until three. Enough gay bars and countless dining options in very varied cuisines.

 

I think it is fair to say that London is a much harsher place. People are more individual and are always in a rush. They don’t have the time for you or for a red light. In Zwolle people have time to have a chat with you while you purchase something. They sometimes do in London too but I think it is more common in smaller cities. The bus driver for example will not greet you at all. You are very lucky if you even get a smile or get eye contact. They usually just look very grumpy. Sometimes it is a woman with make-up and earrings. Also, very normal. Talking about greeting each other; in Zwolle some people will say hi in the streets but in London this isn’t normal at all.  

 

Since London is so individual people dress exactly the way they like. They’ll wear piercings or something very colourful. You will come across these people who just put on whatever they wish in Zwolle but not in the same volume as in London.  

 

I had this very interesting conversation with a student from Romania. Her background is very different from mine. She is not allowed to get a divorce from her parents. That she left her previous boyfriend already meant that she is the black sheep in the family. Mostly, I think in the Netherlands we are pretty free when it comes to break-ups and divorce.  

 

There was one big cultural difference I learnt from my childhood friend. A peace sign is not shown with the back of your hand and if you do show the back of your hand it actually means fuck off. This is supposed to stem from a time where people used their fingers as an arch and would fire an arrow from it. Fingers were also cut off. These fingers were powerful and it is a powerful sign until this day. If you want to say peace, you don’t show the back of your hand but your palm.

If you want to know more about my time in London or get more cultural insights, please let me know. Until next time! X

Adjusting

I am not playing jazz music and for some reason I am unable to write on my laptop. I am lying in my bed and typing on my phone. Not ideal but I don’t give up on writing that easily.

I am nearly two weeks in the Netherlands. I still use some English words here and there in a conversation and I am still comparing Zwolle to London. I suppose I am still adjusting to the new/old situation.

I am beginning to sleep better but I am still very tired. I am trying to pick up everything as quickly as possible: work, friends, hobbies and sport. I’ve just been to Viva Salsa in Deventer this Tuesday. Not a lesson but just dancing with anyone who asked me to dance. I even recognised someone. Yes, the world is a small place.

I loved dancing. We had two hours to dance before they told us it was the last dance and the lights were briefly put on. A very Dutch way to say: Time to go home. Various men wanted to dance and all had their own style. I am quite good at following but I could do with a few lessons. I came by myself. I could’ve gone with a friend but I liked the thrill. I went to see him afterwards since he lives very close by to Viva Salsa. Next time, he’ll join me.

I’ve also started working again at my favourite place. I teach teenagers languages. It is a lot of fun. One on one and this way you get to know them. You should have seen their faces when I walked in. One was in complete shock and most of them smiled broadly. Just lovely to see them all. I have bonded with them. It was actually also quite nice to see my boss. He was interested in me and the documentary I made and he immediately offered my job back. I think he knows how much I love my job.

I am also seeing friends and I have noticed that sometimes it is hard not to talk too much. I have felt, seen and experienced so much that I want to express it. Luckily, they are tactful, kind and know me well. I try to be understanding, thoughtful and kind too. I must say that I usually make more time for them but I simply don’t have the energy.

I was so lacking in energy that I even cancelled on a friend who was coming to visit me in London. He is now there by himself. What comforts me is that we stay in touch and I know what he is up to and he knows how I am doing. He’s a good friend. I think it is so special how you get to know someone just a few years ago and how close you become.

I am also happy with my housemates. It is good that there are people in my house that I love, know me well and that I can spend time with. We even went on a little trip together in Zwolle. We even took a little ferry for the first time and all got sun burned. We had a good time.