I feel I’ve dedicated too much time to things I’m nervous about so far on the blog. Have I mentioned I’m moving to Amsterdam and how exciting that is?? I get to go live in the land of tulips and stroopwafel, both of which I assume I’ll be surrounded by every day.
I keep seeing this floating around the internet and it is high on my list of things to see and do while I’m over there. Isn’t it beautiful? It was designed to look like Van Gogh’s Starry Night and runs for a kilometre through his hometown of Brabant.
I think it’s about 2 or 3 hours away by train. I wonder if they allow bikes on board…
Oh and a follow up to my last post, I do have a place to live after all and it comes with a private kitchen and bathroom. Phew.
I had the most productive day planned and now it’s 4:00 and the sun is going down…
I spent the morning registering for classes, all of which I’m waitlisted for. No idea when I’ll find out whether or not I got into any of them. I’m listed for way too many but I figured I’d hedge my bets and get in line for a bunch so I have options. It’s a confusing system. On the bright (and nerdy) side, it means I now get to go through my overloaded schedule and colour code a first/second/third choice priority list, since a bunch of their times overlap! Oooh, highlighters, get ready to work!
I’ve also locked myself out of the housing website and am terrified they’re going to give my room away if I can’t figure out a way back in to confirm it by the deadline tomorrow. Going to try calling them tonight after midnight, when I assume the office will be open. I listened to a long voicemail greeting in Dutch earlier today and then attempted to leave them a message, only to realize it had hung up on me ages ago.
I’m so worried. I’m so tired. I’m so tired of being worried.