after spending pyjama days filled with chickennuggets, the-best-icecream-i’ve-ever-tasted, nutella dipped strawberries and laughter at my best friends place (which, to be honest, was the highlight of the past weeks) it was time to go home. after NS informed me that i wont be arriving home in the coming 3 hours, i decided that delays should be enjoyed. even if it meant that i had to take the train, then the bus, then the train again, then another train to get to my dear nijmegen. trip doesn’t end there, still have to sit for 20 minutes in the bus, and then walk 10 more. the gray skies didn’t help with the nostalgia in the air. nostalgia to the easy aruban life. where unlike now, i can come home to family, and food in the fridge. the most i was going to get right now would be pictures hanging around my room, and well, crackers. so after having the sunday blues all day, i arrive “home” to a pile of snail mail.
sunday blues.a pile of 11 brown envelopes and 2 white ones. turns out i got my ticket to the BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE concert. as expected as it was, it still felt cool. white envelop # 2: microsoft office for mac. okay, so now i can make endless essays and powerpoint presentations. 11 brown envelopes. unfamiliar handwriting, aruban stamps. his letters arrived. :) a million tears, and Arizona’s. i miss him, badly. some people say 3 months is doable, is nothing, or they may even compare it with others who have to wait much longer than 3 months. it is doable. it’s definitely not nothing, and it has nothing to do with other people. it’s about how i feel, how i miss him, how after amazing summer days, i had to leave. it’s a bit of sunday blues everyday, which are turned into sunday brights when i hear his voice. your letters and sketches gave me the sunday brights :)
it’s 2 am, there is a half full glas of apple juice mixed with sparkling mineral water infront of me, traces of nutella and breadcrumbs.. i saw you for 5 minutes, you showed me your new pair of jeans, we laughed.. and then you had to leave.
i’m writing you an email because i know you love them, i do too.. & btw, nutella has never tasted so good
it’s the million little things you do.