Category Archives: The Move

Coffee and Dinner

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I met up with Christiaan this morning at cafe Kale, which used to be one of my favourite pubs to have dinner or meet up with a friend. Time changed and so do pubs, it was not the pub that I used to go to, the whole interior had changed into something more modern and less cozy.

Anyway, it’s the company that counts and not the interior. I wanted to meet up for one more last drink. Not a total farewell because I intend to write and stay in touch through my blog, email or even snail mail and hopefully a trip to London or the other way around every now and then.

In the evening I was invited to have dinner at KvD.’s place. I haven’t been in touch with her for two years orso. Something went wrong along the line. I had to give back something that I borrowed from her. I promised her to give it back when I would move so I kept my promise.

We had dinner and talked things out. It was good to see her and DvD. again after such a long time. I’m proud of her for finishing her study, very impressive! Altogether it has been an inspiring day…

What?…

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I’m not faffing… Tsk. I need to stop and relax every now and then. 5 boxes a day must be sufficient. It’s not just packing you see, it’s also throwing out stuff you haven’t had a look at for ages. Or stuff from the past that should’ve been thrown out a long time ago. I hope I will get everything in just 20 boxes but to be honest, I reckon I won’t :D

I guess I have been living on my own for too long, collected some crap over the years. I’m serious, I do throw a lot out but I also would like to keep stuff you know? Most of it are books… I wish I had all these books contained in one digital version. That would save me already about 5 boxes. I just think it’s funny. I try not to think to hard when throwing stuff out or I might regret it a few minutes later and take it out the bin again.

Human beings are peculiar… some have nothing, some have all, some have too much. I don’t know what category I belong to. I guess I didn’t expect to be moving again in some odd way, so it feels safe to start collecting again because you settle in. Then all of a sudden your dream becomes reality and your future starts to change color in a scary but exciting way and before you know it you find yourself packing your collected crap.

Just a thought…