I have been feeling a lot of feelings lately. But most of the time, I don’t really know what I’m feeling exactly. I dó know that making friends isn’t as hard as I used to believe. It’s just that I need to dó something for it. I shouldn’t be afraid of what people might think. I mean, I’m me, and what certain people don’t like, other people dó like, so I’ve just got to find the right people, right?
Anyways, I had another good evening the day before yesterday. After my crazy 42 hour work week, I hurried to the station to meet E. We traveled to Utrecht together, to meet up with the CS meeting & events team; the people that made that one weekend the GREATEST weekend ever. Since we helped out with the cooking, we were also invited to come over for pancakes.
These are the good people.
After the pancakes (possibilities: banana, banana&raisins, cheese, bacon, cheese&bacon, cheese&mushrooms&parsley, brie&parsley, cherries&whipped cream, cherries& ice cream&whipped cream and of course the simple plain ones) we went to the monthly meeting where the fun continued.
After a good night of sleep, a trip to the Turkish bakery and a good breakfast, I went back home, to get some groceries, to do some laundry and to read some flattering e-mails. Another good 24 hours well spend, but the feelings still float out of reach. And they probably will for a long time to come. I mean, after all, life is life.
For now, let me put a French bread into the oven.