Nieuws - 1 november 2012

Here We Benne-come!

I'll be honest, moving is not all it is cracked up to be.

This week, I had the unforgettable experience of trying to shift the entire contents of my room from Ede to Bennekom.
As I sat on the stairs looking down at all my possessions lying on the floor, a fresh wave of anxiety washed over me. My whole life was bagged up and waiting to leave, but would everything fit in the car? I wasn't even sure if I had the motivation or energy to continue. Staring at my foot, I noticed my ankle, once again, turning purple as it swelled up.
I continued to admire the pyramid of bags. To add insult to injury, I had lost the tool needed to dismantle a very odd shaped, and much loved, Ikea armchair. Head in my hands, sweat running down my back, I tried not to think about the logistics of moving that as well.
Surprisingly though, the moving system was really efficient. It took only an hour and a half to move everything. Helping hands could be found everywhere. A few good friends loaded my bags into the car in Ede, while another drove it back and forth and the rest of us moved everything into my new room.
That evening, in a room I didn't yet know, I slumped, exhausted, into my beloved armchair and surveyed a floor carpeted with familiar bags and possessions, I reflected on the past year and the year to come. 
Little more than a year ago I arrived in Ede at the start an unforgettable year and here I was again settling into a new room wondering about the future.  The difference this time was the knowledge that whatever happens, I have great friends to help out and share the laughs.