Let’s be honest, haven’t most of these been Kristina editions? She’s a pretty good pick-me-up.
I feel run down today. Neither my head or my heart are in school any longer. How do people survive grad school?? Masochists, the lot of them. I just want to be done and move onto the nightmare of facing my student debt (this statement is going to come back to haunt me, I know that).
My 30th birthday will be here before my undergrad diploma and no matter how many times people tell me “it’s just a number” or “you’re almost there,” I feel disheartened and wish I had started my post-secondary career a bit sooner. But I find it helps to look at these pictures and remind myself that I wouldn’t have met most of the most important people in my life had I followed a different timeline.
Yesterday was the three month anniversary of my arrival in Amsterdam, which, sadly, means that in that amount of time again I will be back in Vancouver. I love Vancouver and will be happy to see oceans and mountains again, but oh my God will I miss it here.
I have about a million pictures to share from the last week alone, which I will start posting tomorrow, but for now check THIS out: hands free.
I was thinking this morning that I hadn’t done anything particularly Amsterdam-y in a while, so I decided to put my Museumkaart to good use and and check out the Museum Van Loon. It is in an old canal house on Keizergracht that was built in 1672 and then bought as a wedding present (hint hint, parents! one day 😉) for the Van Loon’s, co-founders of the Dutch East India Company, in 1884. It’s rather spectacular. Turns out colonizing the world helps pay for some really beautiful upholstery.
As someone with a serious impulse to snoop and touch things that don’t belong to me, I loved it. There weren’t many other people around, so I had the chance to be in each of the 10 rooms by myself for a bit. I didn’t sit on any of the chairs or beds (because they had strings blocking my way. Rude.) but I couldn’t resist opening a cupboard or two when the hinges cooperated. It was just all so neat and beautifully maintained; it felt like the owners could stride in any second and make me feel horribly lower class. What more could I ask?
to report that it was so sunny and beautiful out today that I overheated biking in a cardigan and a thin jacket. After days upon days of rain, gloom and wind that blows you sideways, this is an extremely welcome change. Also, I almost crashed my bike earlier because I got distracted by a hotdog stand. Not quite firing on all cylinders today.
I have been planning out so many posts in my head and on scraps of paper to put up on here, but it seems like every time I tell myself that tonight is the night I’ll finally sit down and write, someone asks if I’d like to go grab a beer. Guess which scenario wins?? My time here is going by too quickly. I’ve already passed the half way mark at school, which means a little less beer and a little more library time for the next few weeks. It’s easy to forget that’s why I’m here…
This has been a bit of a boring update. In lieu of a longer ramble, here are a bunch of my favourite photos from the past few weeks (in reverse order):