You Can't Go Home Again

Unless you're about to be homeless due to a much anticipated 9-month world trip and your parents agree to house you, your boyfriend, your fish, your cats and most of your stuff in their home for the next year. So after 9 years of life in Utrecht I am back in Almelo. Living with my parents. In Twente. With my family. Luckily we were able to put our furniture in storage. As far as moving is concerned, the hard part is over. As for the mental implications of what I've just done, we'll have to wait and see. And a humble thank you to Mar - I've never seen a girl carry so much stuff in one go down our steep stairs!