The weather is like heavily soaked sponge. And its pretty humid now. The sun is on the edge and not between the mountains. Its weird not seeing hills that swallow the sun. Everything is flat and wide. Everyone is on two wheels pedaling through empty roads. They have long legs and amazing hair. Their body is perfect and they can cycle without holding the handles. For someone who cannot even cycle, its like some magic trick. I am eager to learn the magic trick. But my feet hurt and so does my body. It must be the 30Kg suitcase and 7Kg hand luggage and another bag full of diaries and books that I dragged all the way from Amsterdam airport to Wageningen in the train, and two buses whilst getting lost on the way at midnight. A Dutch person named John helped me in the train station. He said that if he is the first Dutch person I am meeting, he should leave a good impression. I am extremely grateful for his kindness.
I am staying in the 20th floor of a student housing for now. My room is not ready till the first of September and I have to move to another part of the town. I am looking forward to moving there. I don’t know what life here for two years will bring. I don’t know how I am going to tackle my depression and anxiety alone. There are still days where all I feel is sadness; where I cannot speak because there is a lump on my throat that doesn’t go away. And at times like those, all I want is a hand to hold on to. And they don’t sell those in supermarkets….. which sucks big time!
I hope it is a start of new adventure and experiences. And I hope I can learn how to ride a bike.