It’s a scorching 32°C right now, even though it’s late in the afternoon and the sun is already setting in the distance. It’s not so bad if you’re out and about with a slight breeze and some occasional shade, but sitting on the balcony is, on certain days, quite the exercise. Still, I’m a bit disappointed I’ll have to miss out on the hottest months of summer.
…the snow and ice “back home”
I’ve explained before why I have to return to Europe for my visa, so I won’t get into all that again. This means that while Australia is entering it’s hottest months, I’ll be entering yet another airplane and going back to the snow and ice “back home”.
Actually, I no longer believe The Netherlands will experience a truly white winter any time soon, but there is already a plan to go looking for some snow in Switzerland with Rogier and Fabian.
It’ll be strange for me to be back. I wonder if it still feels like home, now that Perth has started to feel like home. I’ll be without a car for the first time since turning 18, and without a home, provided the sale goes through as it is supposed to. I have to get some paperwork signed and witnessed by the Dutch consulate. Fortunately not the one in Sydney, they’ve got one right here in Perth. Unfortunately they’re closed until the 16th of January, so I hope I can get the paperwork back in time for the transfer at the end of January.
except for burning bridges maybe
Then there will be the hassle of canceling utilities and the like, and of course notifying the Dutch government I’m moving out of the country. In The Netherlands you always have to let city hall know when and where you are moving, since everything is linked to a central database. I haven’t yet decided if I’ll go off the radar or comply truthfully. I guess you never know when you’ll need them, and I don’t really have a reason to drop of their radar, except for burning bridges maybe.
I’m not very big on having a lot of bridges reaching back in to the past. I think there’s nothing there for me anymore anyway, so why maintain them? Obviously there are some bridges you never want to break down, but the one to the Dutch government isn’t one of those.
I’ve got mixed feelings about going back to Europe. Besides the fact that it is necessary for the visa, there is no real reason to go back. Of course I enjoy seeing friends and family again, but I’m getting a bit tired of flying across the globe once every quarter. It feels like a rude interruption to my integration into Australia. And not knowing yet when my visa will come through, and thus not knowing when I’ll be allowed to return, is somewhat unnerving I guess. I’ll be really glad once I make it back to Perth, then I can finally pick up life again. At least this time Zoey will be in good hands in my absence.
…European city boys
On a positive note, it will be a good chance to really wrap everything up in Europe. And I don’t have to watch my feet and hands all the time when going for a walk in the woods.
Just last week Emma and I went for a stroll along Lake Goollelal (wow, I typed that correctly in one go) and ran across some big hairy spiders. Em saw them way before I did, making me feel like a tourist for a nanosecond. Once I was tuned into them they started to appear all over the place though. Of course I wanted pictures but I wasn’t brave/stupid enough to venture of the beaten track. Signs warning you about snakes really have a special effect on European city boys.
Upon returning home and doing some research I found out the spiders (Golden Orb-weaver, or Nephila edulis) aren’t very aggressive and hardly ever bite humans. And if they do it just hurts a little bit. They do however catch a small bird sometimes by accident, which they eat none the less…
Now my phone is equipped with an app listing all WA animals with pictures, so at least I can easily figure out what I’m photographing. Rule of thumbs remains I treat every spider and snake as venomous until I’m home though.
…how brave those people must be…
Curiously enough I keep thinking of what one customer told me when I was still working in The Netherlands. She said I wouldn’t realise it then, but what I was doing was actually very brave. I don’t know why I thought of this now, since I still don’t see my move to Australia as something that is especially brave, but I do remember having people at the counter in the postoffice from Eastern European countries, and thinking to myself how brave those people must be to leave everything behind and follow their heart to where they believe they’ll find happiness. I was hardly ever impressed with their manners, but in the back of my mind, I was always impressed with their assumed bravery.