Moving, Grooving, Packing Up

Spare bedroom, Amsterdamseweg. Somewhere between then and later. Packing up and moving out (for a while a least, maybe more).Having chose the luxury to stay at the family home throughout my time at university, i only imagine this is what it feels like to pack up and head home from college. My semester consisted of vegetarian cooking lessons, learning to appreciate wine, falling in love with a girl named Amsterdam and heaps of quality time with the worlds greatest room-mates. I'm happy with the weight i've put on in terms of experience and bric-a-brac.

Books titled the soul of education share a table with the staff rota of a golf store. A cycling map of the Netherlands is aged and used beyond its years. The framed portrait of Salvadore Dali is bordered by several polaroids of you, me and weekend visitors. A flyer serves as a subtle reminder of the great salsa dancer i could have become, 100euros for ten weeks and its place on the bottom of Februarys to-do list.Nearly 9 months but it feels like 5 minutes and 5 years. All at the same time.

In preperation for departure, i shake my backpack empty and rummage through a big walk-in cupboard. The combined treasures consist of:
Clothing
Several books
1 un-used webcam
12 Swedish Kroner
22 English pounds
1 championship manager CD
1 porcelin guardian angel
1 black, long-haired wig
4 Dutch language textbooks
1 birthday calendar
1 novelty microphone pen
5 drawings from appreciative students
46 polaroids of a Dutch cycle tour

From a walk-in cupboard to the back of a jeep. The backpack re-filled with summer t-shirts, clean pants, toiletries and flip-flops, then placed in the back of a jeep. And to complete this summers hippy and hedonistic vibe, a BBQ, a tent and my cajon make their home next to the backpack. I'm fully prepared for dinner and jamming under the stars.

First stop: Koblenz.
Departure: Tomorrow.

Bon voyage, and Happy Summer,
-Glenn