It's a nice late summer day, although it's in August but I can sense the coming of autumn. Summer has gone or it has never literally stayed...

I am quite having appetite since a while, and also balcony mood. I made my lunch, some yesterday Fusilli with tuna sauce and dark olive. Very good combination, and me and Michi always like the second day pasta. I sat in the balcony, having my lunch and reading a book. I remember last time I was sitting here was about two years ago. A very warm afternoon, sun ray was too bright that I had to wear sun glasses. Neighbours and kids were loud at the little square. I was calling my Mum talking about recent life. But not this time, and it won't ever again either...

I don't know why i didn't come to the balcony for so long. Maybe because I was all the time busy, or the weather was never allowed me to do so, or I just simply didn't like this neighbourhood and the kids play football who makes lots of noises. Today it perhaps gonna be the last time, I would have to say farewell to this apartment, and this city. Moving to Arnhem make me quite happy in one hand. I told myself I will have a quite life there for a while. It's the time to pack the mood from these four years and planning for something new, although I don't know what. But when I am about leaving, the sentiment dose come out. I forgot all I have hated and complained, i start to love everything that surrounded me, well that's never included the football kids.

The wind blow over, I have to tighten my cardigan. The wind has driven my attention from the book to the little square, while I am eating. (it's really not breeze believe me, there's no breeze in Holland, only wind). A father was teaching his boy to to jump onto the bike. The boy couldn't do it at the beginning then the father demonstrated to the boy slowly. It's the time for the boy to try again. I was expecting his falling, because I thought I would fall and the bike was way too big for the boy. But he did succeeded. Start with the left foot stand on the pedal, right foot push. After it moving, use the power of moving to keep the balance and let the right leg get over the seat to the other side of the bike. Here you go! He made it! I could never make it, after falling from the bike for 5 times at the first year here. I never dare to try trick anymore. He driven away with his father after the training. There is no one left on the square apart from two guys sitting on the bench at the corner. This is not usual for a Saturday like this.

I was thinking about my Mother, I hope everything's fine with her. I was thinking about Michi. From today on we won't call each other for two weeks. During this time I would also have to finish lots of things and move as well, of course. The longing for being together has been replaced by another harder one, a two years prolong... This perhaps good.