Well, I finally moved to Amsterdam a couple of weeks ago and I’m happy to say I feel at home already. For some reason, Amsterdam just seems like a better fit than Maastricht. At first I thought it might be the “tourist” effect, especially since I’ve lived in hotels at the beginning. But now after a few weeks living in my own home, I can genuinely say I like it a lot here, even during the days when I'm doing nothing at all.

Before I moved, I’ve also been to Barcelona for a week with my family, which was nice. The first day was a bit hectic, as one of us got pick-pocketed in the metro. The funny thing is that they didn’t speak English at the police station, and we had to come back the next day between 11 and 12. Apparently, the translator works only an hour a day, which is strange, since I’m sure that a lot of tourists get robbed in Barcelona. But it didn’t turn out to be too bad in the end, and I don’t think it affected much of our holiday.

Anyway, it was a nice break away from work. I don’t want to complain too much, but things have just been crazy, and I have a feeling it’s just going to get crazier for the next couple of months. I really have to learn to let things relax a bit; I’m worrying too much about work, and I’m working too many hours. I’ve also been skipping lunches, but then again, I’ve never really developed good eating habits.

At least I’ve been reading more again than I’ve done during the previous 2 years. That’s of course a side benefit of sitting 2,5 hours in the train every time I travel between Maastricht and Amsterdam. I’m actually looking forward to those long trips most of the time now. And the bookshops and library in Amsterdam are fantastic! I’ve been buying a lot of books since I’ve moved. I think I’m becoming addicted.

And last weekend, I actually wrote something again (2 pages)! It’s been months and months already since I wrote anything (apart from this blog). And surprisingly, I’m not as disgusted with my writing this time as I usually am. Of course, I’ve been thinking about changing the whole plot structure again, because I still didn’t like some of the stuff I wrote. I need to change my way of thinking. I need to see the coming weeks/months as some sort of training regime, instead of writing the perfect story. Oh well, we’ll see how long the urge lasts this time.