Transience
It's gonna be half a year soon since I've left Rotterdam. I can't say that I've made much progress getting over it. I don't think about it as much anymore I suppose, but when I do, the memories all flow back like it all just happened yesterday. How did half a year pass by so fast?
At this exact time last year, I was freaking out about leaving LA. I wasn't sure exactly what I would miss about LA, but wasn't sure what to expect either. I didn't exactly look forward to it as anything else but an opportunity to get away from routine. If I knew those would've been the best 6 months of my life thus far, I would've done everything I could to stay out there longer.
Now, looking back at my older entries, and the pictures, it's really a bittersweet feeling. Kinda like when you hear a song you haven't heard in ages, or when you smell that familiar scent that triggers a sea of memories. I was really scared that I would forget, but I'm not so worried about that anymore. I might forget the little things, like, the scent of the candle I had next to my bed on the nightstand, or which poster I had pinned up on my bulletin board.
But the feelings remain. The experiences became a part of me and I am changed because of it. I will never forget that pure euphoria when we cycled through Lisse, where the sun bathed us, the wind carried us, the tulip fields drowned us, and our spirits lifted us. And my choice transportation tool? A survivor of world war II (Guido's grandmother's bike). Or when we sat on the curbside of the road in a quaint Dutch neighborhood, toasty and worry-free, watching the flower parade go by while lapping at our popsicles.
Or the smile of that cute Dutch boy (with the most adorable accent) who sold me the best freaking cheese every Tuesdays and Saturdays at the market while I "sampled" said cheese even though I knew exactly what I was getting.
Oh how I miss Nederlands. I'm smiling so big as I'm writing this. Even though it sucks having to readjust to my comfort zone again, it's all sooo worth it. Time well spent, my friends. Time well spent.
-Maria
At this exact time last year, I was freaking out about leaving LA. I wasn't sure exactly what I would miss about LA, but wasn't sure what to expect either. I didn't exactly look forward to it as anything else but an opportunity to get away from routine. If I knew those would've been the best 6 months of my life thus far, I would've done everything I could to stay out there longer.
Now, looking back at my older entries, and the pictures, it's really a bittersweet feeling. Kinda like when you hear a song you haven't heard in ages, or when you smell that familiar scent that triggers a sea of memories. I was really scared that I would forget, but I'm not so worried about that anymore. I might forget the little things, like, the scent of the candle I had next to my bed on the nightstand, or which poster I had pinned up on my bulletin board.
But the feelings remain. The experiences became a part of me and I am changed because of it. I will never forget that pure euphoria when we cycled through Lisse, where the sun bathed us, the wind carried us, the tulip fields drowned us, and our spirits lifted us. And my choice transportation tool? A survivor of world war II (Guido's grandmother's bike). Or when we sat on the curbside of the road in a quaint Dutch neighborhood, toasty and worry-free, watching the flower parade go by while lapping at our popsicles.
Or the smile of that cute Dutch boy (with the most adorable accent) who sold me the best freaking cheese every Tuesdays and Saturdays at the market while I "sampled" said cheese even though I knew exactly what I was getting.
Oh how I miss Nederlands. I'm smiling so big as I'm writing this. Even though it sucks having to readjust to my comfort zone again, it's all sooo worth it. Time well spent, my friends. Time well spent.
-Maria