It has been 117 days (=2808 hours (=168,480 minutes (=10,108,800 seconds))) since I have moved to Amsterdam.
Time has never passed so fast yet so slow at the same time.
Taking a quick glance at my 2016 New Year’s resolutions list, I see that I had only completed 5/14 items. Not that I had a road map for those five or now having regrets for the other nine I cared less about, but just a simple summary of my year. I am way too spontaneous to plan a whole year and stick to it anyway, so I am giving self high-fives meanwhile you read this.
I managed to accomplish quite a lot of ad-hoc items, which makes my inner goddess more than proud. I finally have a properly-working bank account, health insurance, a comfy bed situated in a lovely apartment which I share with the coolest roommates in the nicest neighborhood of the town, and enough amount of food in our fridge. Life simply could not get better than this.
Looking back at the whole year, I am having hard time remembering all that happened. I had injuries and surgeries that knocked me down for quite a while, I met so many people from different corners of the world that brought new horizons into my life, I wrote off old friends and let new ones come in for more than a few times, and had a long journey on an emotional rollercoaster throughout all those times.
Having left my comfort zone long time ago, I still question my decisions every once in a while. But then again, I do not regret having all those delicious food all day every day, drinking those yummy beers with laughter and deray, that boy I kissed on a rainy day, those words I put on papers and texts with a broad array.
I did not do much for the greater good maybe but not having a single “what if” moment is more than big enough for me.
It was not so long time ago when I had to let the best “thing” I have ever had walk out of my life. And looking at all of those things I had experienced since then, I know that I would not be here if I had chose to stay “there” – looking at A’dam sky from where I stand.
I will start taking Dutch lessons and working on my cycling skills as my friends getting married and having babies. But that is fine. Not that I have anything against settling down and everything, but I’d rather keep following my passions and collect memories to bore my future grandchildren than prisoning myself in a life capsule where you are bound to let go of the things which could actually make you rise and shine.
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.