Back in Holland

After 10 months of living England, in both Oxford and London, my year had to come to an end. As the end of my stay was getting nearer, I was really dreading going back to the Netherlands, because I knew I would have to go back to a more 'real' and, from my perspective, inferior life... Yet my homecoming was rather nice; my parents decorated the living room with balloons with 'Welcome Home' on it, and my father had installed the record player I always wanted to have in my room, which was a great suprise. Straight after I came home I went to Rotterdam to enjoy a free music festival and had a great day with my friends here, as if it were old times :)


I left England on sundaymorning, after only having slept 3 hours due to attending Barden's Boudoir's Closing Party and having to get up round 5 on sunday.
I was really worried about the possiblity of my suitcase being to heavy (I didn't have ANY money left at all, not even in my account, so I couldn't have paid for the overweight) and it made me feel very anxious, so I couldn't have been a happier person when at the airport I found out it weighed 19.7 kilos (my allowance being 20 kilos).

So far, I'm finding the transition of being back in Holland quite difficult: I'm thinking in English, but have to speak in Dutch and often can't really think of words or fail to speak fluently. To say the least: I am lost in translation. Additionally, I often have this feeling when I hear people talking around me like 'hey there are more Dutch people around', only then to realize I am actually IN the Netherlands, so everyone WOULD speak Dutch. Traffic also immensly confuses me, leaving me thinking 'Hmm what side of the road does that bus stop..' and now I just have to look to both sides when I cross the street, so as to not get hit by a car (or cyclist for that matter).
I also seem to notice different Dutch accents and strange words more than I used to, and I suddenly find that everyone speaks annoyingly.

*maybe to be continued.