Shifting Moods

This is written during a brief hiatus from blogging, when I had no internet connection for three weeks

My moods are shifting hourly today, I’m okay most of the time but perhaps that’s because I have almost no privacy and can’t really deal with the roller coaster of emotions I’m currently going through. When I’m on my own I feel so uprooted, sad and confused, wishing I don’t have to live out of boxes feeling like I’m constantly on the move.

The slow bureaucracy system is not helping much either, it takes two weeks to send my info from one city to another. I wonder if they walk the 40 km distance to get it there… After the two weeks wait I’ll have to apply for a ‘DigiD number’ online which was introduced when I left so I never applied for it at the time since I didn’t expect to ever use it.

It takes another week to get the ‘DigiD number’ and then I can finally register with all other organisations to get the ball rolling. I’ve received a letter yesterday that I’m supposed to have internet connection again next Tuesday which is pretty quick. Let’s hope I’ll receive the modem on time so I can start installing and testing the LAN/WAN.

Once the connection is up and running the madness will start again, I have clients waiting for me to contact them. It’s okay, I can’t sit around and ‘do nothing’, I need to be busy to stay sane but on the other hand I really wish to be by myself for a while. Perhaps I’ll stay ‘invisible’, I need some time for me coz I don’t really feel like talking to anyone.

Run Forest… Run!

This is written during a brief hiatus from blogging, when I had no internet connection for three weeks

I’m sore because I’ve overdone things as usual. I’ve been in stealth mode for such a long time, way too long for my liking. I used to be active but ever since I moved to London I terribly missed cycling and I could never find someone who was interested in running. I’ve tried a few times on my own at 6 in the morning just before people would go out to walk their dogs but it just wasn’t the same, it wasn’t a Vondelpark, it wasn’t safe, it was London…

But I’m back on track and I ran last Sunday along the canal for an hour and half. It’s so amazingly green out here and quiet and safe and strangers walking their dogs say hello to you when they pass you by while you stretch or sit on a bench to rest. And while I was running I knew I would push my limits because I so missed it. All I wanted was to go faster but I need to get my fitness back first and take things slow for a while.

Of course I wanted to run yesterday as well but I thought it would be best to give my legs a rest. They feel extremely heavy like lead and even cycling took a bit of an effort but just the fact that I can do this again is worth the muscle ache. Yesterday the weather was a bit dreary compared to all of last week so it was okay to take a break but today the sun is out again and I’m ready to get out there and get my muscles all sore *kidding*.

I can also finally use this really cool gadget again which was a gift from my ex-colleagues from the Rietveld academy when I left the country.