About a month or so ago, I was entirely convinced that I was going to send my bike home. No, I do not know why I thought this made sense or why I thought it was a good idea, although, I do know that I thought it would be a nice "keepsake", as I put it to one of my friends when I first pondered the idea. "Yeah, a keepsake that will cost more than you paid for the bike to get to New York", was more or less the response I got. Touche. But true.

Flash-forward to today and I have reached the conclusion that there is no way in hell I am sending this bike overseas. First off, it is seriously in its last stages of life--It was already used when I bought it--and if I were to bring it home, I wouldn't make it past my driveway. Secondly, it is constantly losing air. Today, for example, I biked into town, knowing my bike was on its last "breath" (ha ha ha), only to learn that all the bike shops were closed thanks to the 900th Dutch Holiday this month. Thus, my bike is currently in town, without air in the tires... how convenient...

...Which brings me to my point: Nothing about living a 20 minute bike ride from town is convenient. In fact, I think I have entirely eliminated that word from my vocabulary since arriving in Utrecht-- except, of course, for times like this one, where I rant and rave about how inconvenient most things are here.

If you didn't get the hint by now, I cannot wait until I get to drive my car again. T-minus twenty days. Thank the lord.