Life in Arnhem

Today I found some photographs of my former apartment in The Netherlands. I remembered sitting on the balcony on warm days (they were rare, but they existed). I lived across the zoo, and in the morning you could hear the animals all excited. I never went to the zoo myself. I was waiting for a visit and (I thought) I had plenty of time.

I remembered it like visiting another life, but not mine. Actually, I didn’t live there that long, but it was a good apartment. I was right next to a big park so I could go jogging practically just exiting the house.

All these are things I usually remember of the places I’ve lived and it’s nice to remember, but it also made me think it’s unlikely that I’ll ever have that lifestyle again. Also, a part of me does miss the kind if life I had. I miss everyday small things, like cooking for myself or having a coffee at the train station on my way to work every morning.

Work was in another city (I lived in Arnhem, worked in Wageningen) so it took about an hour to get there. I usually took the train, though sometimes the bus was quicker (it wasn’t quicker, but the times were better). And although I of course had a bike, going to/coming from the station was usually by bus (the last bit was a rough ride through some fields which I tended to avoid).