I quit.
I’ve been looking for a room in Tilburg (where I go to university) for a few months now, and you know what? I quit. I’ve had enough, really. I’ve seen party, I’ve seen old, boring, clean, cosy, I’ve seen pretty much everything. I bumped my head into the ceiling today in a house of which the room was lovely (except for the head bumping thing, ouch), the people were nice, but the minute I got outside I realized: this is never going to feel like home when I get here after a long day of lectures and tutorials. So this is not going to be my second home either. I’m still on the waiting list for a studio and I’ll stick with that, but I will quit the search for a regular room. It just doesn’t work for me. Enough is enough. I’ll wait for a place of my own, I’m sure that such a thing will feel like a second home where I’ll be comfortable to bring my boyfriend or just sit on my bed talking to friends, chat on the phone, cook great new food or just do pretty much anything. I’ll wait. It’ll probably be worth it.
