A New Life…

So, the (almost) impossible has happened. As for my autism it seemed an insurmountable task, but I really needed to take this step of moving house. There were many reasons, but the main one was the decrepit state of its roofing and rain occasionally resulting in actual centimeters of water in my living room. My apartment could be found at the top floor behind the dying tree, right side. There’s a small useless balcony of one by one-twenty, looking over the canal. Inside its top hight is seven meters. You can imagine the roof and that of my neighbour catching a summer’s torrential rain ending up in my house with this view.

The last mayor flooding soaked my computer and resulted in Stachybotrys chartarum again infesting the room in unprecedented amounts.

As I said… many reasons. Although I enjoyed Delft for the city it is, I saw opportunities to make a life for myself getting at a rather negative turnpike. I needed a change. I’ve been doing volunteering work for a long time, but my work at Lumen Filmhuis was getting substantial at some point and then it stopped. Let’s say I couldn’t live with hypocrisy of the goals people set out for its future. My second and oldest volunteering job at the local mental health organisation also seemed to be up for reorganisation.

One demand should be met while looking for a new home. I needed to live near a foresty area. My first house visit was in Oosterbeek. A really lovely area and interesting house. It would’ve been interesting as traveling to other places in the Netherlands would’ve been easy from there. Well… second visit was an immediate yes. Another ‘beek’ (stream or brook) namely Groesbeek! I think it’s near to perfect being here. I’ll be adjusting it to my needs, but it’s almost cosmetic in nature, because it feels like a glove fitting. Nice neighbours, perfect surroundings and somehow this sensation of going back to my roots.

My roots being Apeldoorn. This village has about the same feel. There are even things quite ‘retro’, like an actual ‘srv-wagen‘, which I remember from my youth. I believe I will be happy here, whatever comes my way. I’ve been functioning outside my comfort zone for about a month now and although I had invaluable help from my two best friends Nicole and Gerard, I’ve been doing most of it alone.

Yes… blood, sweat, tears, ignoring my fibromyalgia, (although it isn’t forgiving) I’ve been ‘working my arse off’ for a month now. I’m not even half ready… But I’m _happy_ and not even half ready. A new life, if one could say so. Let’s go for it.