Dear readers, This week I was talking to my uncle about my new study and he pointed out that I was glowing. This made me realize that moving out was really good for me. I'm not sure what has been better for me, the act of moving out or the fact that I am now doing something that I really do. Maybe it's a combination of the both. This September I started my bachelor education at a uni in a city 2 hours driving from my hometown. This might not seem like a lot, but in the Netherlands you could be at the other side of the country in 2 hours. This meant I had to move out, in order to live closer to the uni. In the beginning of this year, I was aching to move out. I think I would've gone crazy if I hadn't moved out when I did. I now go home in the weekends. Not only is the train ride very relaxing for me (it's like a ritual), I actually like coming back home. On Thursday evening I actually look forward to seeing my mum the next day and drinking a relaxing cup of tea.
It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it. ~ Oscar Wilde