Winter has come and as of today there’s a full on snow blanket all over the city I live in. Everyone around me is wet, cold, miserable, and spending every breathing minute complaining about it. Snow sucks, it ruins everyone’s day and no one has time for the consequences it brings.
It’s been a good two weeks now since I first started whining to my parents to put the Christmas tree up. I’ve been full-on blasting Christmas songs since about the 15th of November, and I am now commonly known amongst my friends as the Christmas-obsessed one. Yet I keep hearing the same thing: it’s way too early for all that Christmassy stuff. Well, allow me to correct you.
Last week around this time I was walking the streets of Barcelona with two friends. Ten hours before that, we had no idea Barcelona was where we were going to end up. We had booked a city trip with srprs.me, an organisation which allows you to book city trips etc. without knowing where you’re going until the day you leave. As you can read here, here, here and here I’m not the type of person who goes without planning. It stresses me the hell out. Yet I loved this trip more than I ever thought I would – and this is why.
As most of you know by now, I’m changing schools in September. The past two years, I’ve studied literature and linguistics (Dutch & English) at the University of Ghent. This, however, didn’t turn out as well as I wanted it to, so I decided to instead start a teacher training in English and history at Artevelde University College. This was a very difficult decision for me, but not for the reasons you might suspect. I know a teacher training is going to fit me a lot better, and I know Artevelde has a really good programme – I’m really looking forward to starting. What did make this decision so difficult, was leaving my friends behind.