D-day. Well, sort of. More like P/C day (and I don’t mean politically correct, there was nothing p-c about today). So much packing, so much cleaning. The whole freaking day. Well, other than a brief moment when I went to Albert Heijn to buy a crap-ton of stroopwafels from friends and myself. Somehow, all of the delft-blue tins were sold out! Someone had beat us to it! So I grabbed five of the little bags and made my way to the cashier. As I set the mass of deliciousness on the conveyer belt, I noticed they all expired like the first week of January, so it was already set up to be a major fail. To top it off, when I went to pay with my 50euro bill, the cashier looked up at me with the worlds most disgusted glare, as if to say “are you freaking kidding me? You think I am going to let you pay with this?!” So I replied with a friendly, “forget it buddy”, and walked out empty-handed.
After that little incident, the rest of my day consisted of more packing, interrupted by the periodic visit of a friend to say goodbye. Pretty much not ready to go.
I tried to get to bed early so I could be well rested for the trip, but it totally backfired. I was asleep by 10pm, and woke up at 2am when my upstairs neighbors came in (they are always pretty loud). After that I couldn’t sleep at all. I was literally up all night. So when my alarm went off at 730 am, I just sat up and looked at it in disbelief. How did this happen?!
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