The last year and a half I’ve been hopping from winter to winter. I left in January 2013 for Australia, which was at the end of the Dutch winter. In Australia the summer just ended and winter started to roll in. Since I’m used to the Dutch weather, Australia was a paradise to me, even though the summer was gone. At the end of my stay there, August of 2013, the Australian winter was over and the weather was warming up (down in Melbourne and Sydney) of getting wetter (In Cairns). In the Netherlands, the summer ended (obviously). This time I left in April, when the weather here was starting to get nice. However in Australia, summer was really over. I spend the whole Australian winter in Sydney, and where all my Australian friends kept commenting that it was so cold, for me it was more of a bad summer.
I think–I think when it’s all over,
It just comes back in flashes, you know?
It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories.
It just all comes back. But he never does.
I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen.
It’s not really anything he said or anything he did,
It was the feeling that came along with it.
And the crazy thing is I don’t know if I’m ever gonna feel that way again.
But I don’t know if I should.
Taylor Swift – I knew you were trouble
About a year ago, I met this guy. In Sydney. It wasn’t just like meeting any guy, somehow I was immediately triggered by him. He waited for me outside, we went somewhere, drank some alcohol and kissed. That’s all. That was the first and last time I saw him in the four remaining months I was in Australia. When I got back to Holland, he was doing a trip through Europa and we hung out in Amsterdam. A month later he came to my place for the weekend. The six months after that were filled with him doing everything he can to make me fell in love with him, sending lovely messages and promises, pictures so I’d remember him.
When I tell people I’ll be going to Australia for six months, the most react with some variation on I wouldn’t dare to do that/’That’s so brave/I would be shitscared’, After which they sort of expect to say someting like, while lookign very herotic and brave, that I’m not scared at all/ I don’t know the meaning of fear/ Homesickness is for the weak (which I don’t think, just to be clear). And I tell them variation on that, I tell them that I can’t wait to leave Holland again.
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The last couple of weeks I’ve been insanely busy. Okay, that’s a lie. The last week and a half, I’ve been insanely busy. It was the end of the semester this week, which means exams (one normal and one resit. (Which turned out to be only Dutch and not English. Long story. I ended up allowed to do the resit.), essays (one for this semester, one resit and one brand file, which are basically 5 mini essays) and the final products for the project we had.
Since I’m genetically inadequate of planning properly or starting thing on time, it was a week and a half full of stress. Actually, I kind of started early this time. Instead of starting the day before, I took the whole week. Still, it was way too late and I stressed out so much. The thing is, when I start stressing, I stop doing productive and useful stuff. Instead of writing essays, I went out and got filters for my camera lens (I love those filters! I got a UV one, a circular polarization filter and a fluorescent one. Especially the polarization filter is so nice. My cat hates me now though, since I wasusing her as a model and she wanted to sleep.)
Instead of studying for my exams, I started snapchat. Well, I started before, but now I developed a new hobby on snapchat. Since my cat is the most awesome person in my life (which sounds so sad, I know), she is my muse. The end result is this:
I am developing a whole series with my cat, ooky, as superheroes. It started with the mermaid one, since it was raining for three days straight and I was talking about becoming a mermaid. And now it is my new hobby. (Yes, I know. I need a social life. Or a job.) (And No, I did not make all three last week. Those are just the best ones I made, so far :))
Somehow, I did manage to finish all the essays on time, to show up to my exams and to finish my projectwork somehow (an hour late) on time. So I guess, last week was somehow not that bad-ish? ALthough I am pretty surprised that I didn’t end up with stress related health problems. Or maybe I already have them and I’m just used to it by now. I’m not sure.
So that was basically my last week and a half. Procrastinating, stressing over the huge amount of work, more procrastinating, snachat, stress, work. And a bit chatting with my Australian friend, who is back in Australia now…Talking to him was a nice pauze between stressing and working though. I still suck at flirting though, but now it feels more natural to talk to him. But still, there are some weird things I say. (mostly when I’m drunk though…)
Anyway, I hope to give you an update about that soon! (Did I mention I wanted to go to Australia for Christmas? I literally looked into every possible way to do this as cheap as possible, but I still can’t afford it. Sad me)