12 september
I'm  running out of time here. It 's been starting this morning.
I got up a quarter past six to put on my running shoes and go for jogging. It was a cold nice september morning. The fields were covered with a foggy blanket and the sun was giving away a perfect lightshow: a smokey sunrise. It was quiet. Hardly any people on the streets and no dogs to run after me. Just me and my running shoes touching the asfalt. I kept concentrating on my breath while my thoughts moved somewhere between Holland and Greece, the grass and dogshit, my suitcase and pasport, a mouse on the street and an airplane. Just a perfect Dutch morning, but pretty relaxed. Afterwards a cold shower, and my morning ritual with fresh pomelo juice, my vitamine B drugs and my mothers bread. I was wondering what would become of all those weird but nice habits. Anyway they have apples in Greece, at least, that's what they told me.

The last few days I said goodbye to my friends, to my house in Utrecht. So right now I had to do another thing that is very important in life!! THE BEACH. So my mum and me just jumped in the car and drove to the sea. It was perfectly relax. Back home however I was snapped back to the hard reality check of the world around me. I had to fix my suitcase: only 20 kilograms!!! 5 kilograms handluggage? Are they crazy at the airport? How can I make this work since I have to survive not only summer time, but also a winter in which it can be more than 20 degrees below zero???  Yes, I was stressed. In those circumstances I'm always freaking out. Running through the house, loosing my mobile phone, forgetting what I had to take down, where is my favorite shirt?? How does this new camera work? Somebody help me out here??? Somehow I managed. It' s good to have some relativating family members moving around...

I'll go to bed and try to sleep. Next to my pillow are a pencil and a paper to write down everything I should think of...