Pampering
I tried to get up early this morning but I seemed to be as quick as the speed of a really, really slow snail; it took me ages to get ready. I reckon it had to do with the fact that it was pissing down with rain and I had to get to the other side of town by bicycle. My choice though because I really miss being able to cycle through London without the danger of running yourself into something or being hit by a handbag of an old hag.
I went to the hairdresser today which was very very relaxing although by the time I arrived I was soaking wet... I've been going there for ten years already, ever since I moved into that area of Amsterdam. Had a great time because the girls that I met ten years ago are all still working there and they're a bunch of silly gals and a good laugh. I was finished at 13.30 and went to buy some stuff that I can't get in the UK. I need some stash back home or else I'll get serious withdrawal symptoms. When I got most of my stuff I went over to see Dina, one of my best friends.
On my way there I went to my favourite shop in town: second hand clothes, and bought some really nice dresses with a variety of designer labels attached to each of them. I'm no designer label addict but if I can get decent stuff for a decent price then I'm willing to pay... I noticed though that the clothes became a bit pricey ever since I left this country, still a good deal so I ain't complaining, just something I noticed. When I was done going through the racks I went over to Dina's.
She owns a sun bed studio nearby, so I had too many lattes there while catching up on the latest gossip and rumours. Had a great time and stayed till 19.55 when I had to go and meet up with Kimmberley and Damian her son, who invited me over for dinner. It was really good to see both of them. Damian is nine years old and addicted to PSII and had to show me most of his games. I promised him the latest Lord of the Ring game, it's a belated birthday gift. I also bought him some clothes, a football shirt from England which he loved; he has been wearing it all evening and he told me he is going to wear it to school tomorrow.
I left at 00.45 and got home about 45 minutes later fighting a force 6 all the way back home which was pretty annoying but also a good workout and I still love riding my bicycle, even when it pisses down or when I have to face force 6... It's just something I took for granted. These couple of days have been a true eye-opener in many ways and I almost feel like I start to appreciate this country again which is good. I see the good things again instead of just negative things, I realise it sounds odd but that's just the way it is. I'm not saying I will move back, I chose to live in the UK for a while and give it a chance so I ain't gonna change my mind.
I might end up loving both countries, who knows, but I reckon I still have a long way to go...
[forgive my typos it's really late and I'm so totally knackered]
I know how you feel. When ever I go back to London I start to see things in a different light both positive and negative. It's strange.
Yesterday I had a few hours to kill before flying back, I was waiting basically and all of a sudden I had enough of everything and was actually happy to go back to the UK.
That to me is the weirdest feeling I've ever had so far. After everything that has happened in the last few months I thought I would have second thoughts.
Being back in the Lowlands didn't make me change my mind, although I loved every minute of it: being with friends, the city, the people, the wedding etc.