As I was walking to the store to get coffee and something for dinner tonight I noticed something about those standing under overhangs or just inside the door of the stores. It rains a lot in the Netherlands. The rain comes and it goes and the dutchies I saw about were waiting it out. I had never thought, wait until it passes so I don't get wet, I just go about. Why wait inside when there are things to do and places to be? I imagine it's like waiting for the rain to stop in London on a spring evening. An observation is all it was.
There was a moment the other day after I got my letter of acceptance that life was really going to begin for me in Holland. My goodness I can't get that bubbly scary feeling in my stomach. After waiting for my residence permit to be applied for and then to wait while they process it that's all I can remember doing is waiting! Now that all I have to do is wait just a tad longer for it to come to me I am a little curious as to what it feels like not to wait. What does it feel like not to wait?
