See all that stuff at the edge of the bed? Those are documents, course reading, new SIM cards, and other general sorting out that I need to deal with today. Now let's open up the frame a bit and see what I'm ignoring that with...
Good morning. I think this is just going to be a good old text post. No pictures. No mishmash. Just words.
I've been wanting to blog for ages. Essentially since I've relocated to this neck of the woods again. But I've mostly been keeping my writing to myself. It's a different sort of writing, you know? I mean, this is a different sort of writing because, while a lot of it is mostly for myself, I'm also aware that I'm not the only person who's going to be reading this. I don't like to think of it as writing for an audience, but I suppose it kind of is. I'm not trying to be inspirational or entertaining. I guess sometimes I like sharing what I like in the world. Does this makes sense? Can I just move on from the meta and get on with the story? Yes, okay.
So in the Netherlands I found myself wanting to write about culture shock. Because I guess I had a bit of it this go around. I was in the Netherlands visiting Sanne in mid-August, for clarification's sake. What was weird was when I touched down at 6 in the morning and made my way through customs in the early morning grey and then sat in the train station/meeting area of Schipol, I felt normal. And I was weirded out by me feeling normal. Because here I was in a new country with a trolley stacked full of my worldly possessions. Waiting on my internet friend I've now been friends with over four years. And none of it was phasing me in the slightest. I mean, I was excited that the life I had been waiting on for months to begin was finally commencing. But usually with me there is more nerves and suppressed panic. But no. I just felt like I had a handle on things. And my calm-cool-collection weirded me out more than any of these other big things I was doing.