Pieter’s visa paperwork may take as long as fourteen months to complete. It seems as if this is where God wants me to be right now. I just have no idea why.
In the autumn of 2012 there were nights where I spent hours talking to a person on the other side of the world, just wishing I could be with him. Several times I looked into airplane tickets to be able to get to where he was. I was falling in love with Pieter and the ocean kept us apart. He and I would skype as he biked around the village. I would follow along on Google Map as if I were there with him, biking through the beautiful streets of Arnemuiden.
In the autumn of 2012 there were nights where I spent hours talking to a person on the other side of the world, just wishing I could be with him. Several times I looked into airplane tickets to be able to get to where he was. I was falling in love with Pieter and the ocean kept us apart. He and I would skype as he biked around the village. I would follow along on Google Map as if I were there with him, biking through the beautiful streets of Arnemuiden.
Today, two years later, I biked on that same street with him, this time, in person.
My childhood was full of hours spent biking around the lawn. My sister and I would build ramps and obstacle courses and spend entire summer days playing outside. I biked for fun back then and I was really good at it. It has been ten years since my biking adventures and now I have no choice but to bike everywhere.
I am slowly getting used to this. After biking to Middelburg, about ten miles, the super market does not seem so far away. I recognize street names now and I have started knowing my way around the village. What I cannot seem to grasp is how to stop on a bike. That can be pretty dangerous in traffic.
My childhood was full of hours spent biking around the lawn. My sister and I would build ramps and obstacle courses and spend entire summer days playing outside. I biked for fun back then and I was really good at it. It has been ten years since my biking adventures and now I have no choice but to bike everywhere.
I am slowly getting used to this. After biking to Middelburg, about ten miles, the super market does not seem so far away. I recognize street names now and I have started knowing my way around the village. What I cannot seem to grasp is how to stop on a bike. That can be pretty dangerous in traffic.
I am convinced that this is just one of the many adaptations I will have to make as I transition into this new lifestyle in the Netherlands.
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