I walked out of my apartment today around 1:15 (I know, talk about an early start...) to go into town. After literally having the world's laziest Sunday-- i'm talking two movies, the season finale of Private Practice, and only taking off my pajamas to shower to then put on a new set of pajamas (at least I am clean!)--that for very obvious reasons I am not proud of, I decided that it was a necessity I get off my butt and go do something. Although, in my defense, there isn't anything open on Sunday's in Utrecht anyways but thats besides the point. I was wearing my favorite Lululemon leggings, flats, a t-shirt, and a cotton jacket; weather.com said it was a high of 71 and sunny. Well, 71 and sunny it may have been, but the ever unreliable weather.com forgot (surprise, surprise..) to mention that it was also terribly windy.
While the wind may seem irrelevant to most, I have a strange fear of the wind that probably stems back to some super windy day when I was a little girl and believed I was going to be blown away. Unfortunately, to some degree, this irrational fear still exists, making bike riding in the wind one of my least favorite things to do. I know, you are probably thinking that I need some therapy or something to get over this wind-thing, and hey, you are probably right, but thats a discussion for another day. I thus made the executive decision, based on my fear of wind, that I would walk into town, as I couldn't rationalize taking the bus on such a beautiful day. Off I went-- fifty minutes later, I arrived at my favorite coffee shop, and yes my favorite barista was there, thinking that the walking into town thing seemed like so much more of a better idea before I had actually embarked on the journey. I mean, it's not exactly like town is conveniently around the corner. But then again, "convenient" is a word I have pretty much eliminated from my daily vocabulary since I got to Utrecht.
Around 6 ish when I decided I had spent enough time in town, I began my journey back, standing at the bus stop for about 60 seconds before I gave myself a pep-talk and continued my trek. Well, guess who ended up having to stop at the grocery store, about twenty minutes into my walk, because two blisters had formed on my right heel. I swear, if I have gotten exceptionally good at anything since I have been abroad, it is always, and I mean always, wearing the wrong shoes. And, thank god that I never got my Lululemon leggings hemmed (yes, when you are 5'1 you have to even get leggings hemmed) because I pulled those babies down over my newly bandaged feet, making for a wannabe saddle-pant, tucked them into my flats, and continued on the journey home.
Will I walk into town again? Yes.
Will I wear flats? No.
Will I start carrying Bandaids in my bag at all times? YES!!!! (I can only hope for sympathy from all of you for so long anyways...)
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