On the train ride to Schiphol.
It feels surreal that I’m already on my way back to Toronto.
Goodbye Dutch life, and European life for that matter. Goodbye Maastricht. I don’t know when I’ll see you again.
I want to travel with a silent mind. I may read a book but I will not do any work. Maybe I will watch a good movie on the plane. If it’s not worth it I will simply sit in peace.
Solitude is what I will miss most. Living alone gave me freedom and solitude. Cooking for myself, planning my days,making the most of a long morning routine. The rolled oats I cooked on the tiny stove, the roasted carrots I baked in the oven, reaching the outlet over the sink as if it is totally normal. Having a big bed all to myself with a huge window. I’d open the blinds in the morning and light would come flooding down. The bike rides to campus even when the gear broke and I had to bike like a hamster to get anywhere. The longest runs I’ve ever had to nearby villages, the ones up St. Pietersburg with a beautiful view of the city. Shopping for groceries, shopping at the farmers market for fresh veggies and fruit. Carefully browsing for interesting, feasible recipes I could make considering the kitchen’s limitations. Seeing the same wonderful classmates day after day and learning material that I’m interested in.
This all is what I will miss most.
- Midpoint in Maastricht – Looking back, looking forward. (iroincomingsbe.wordpress.com)
- A Day In Belgium (revansarikaya.wordpress.com)
- [travel] Maastricht: first impression (lacrymamosa.wordpress.com)
- At Coffeehouse with Solitude (peopleandhearts.com)