Spring

Spring has finally arrived in the Netherlands. We were afraid it got lost somewhere in its journey, but it finally did find our weird and small country. And you can feel the vibration of it in the air. Birds are waking you up in the early morning, clouds and rain fade away when the sun arrives (I wish actually, because the last couple of days I fell asleep to the sounds of rain falling down from the sky), and people decide it is time to get all that winter dust out of the house. And with winter dust, I mean layers and layers of grey, smothering dust. Moving furniture only clears up more and more dust, but it is absolutely necessary that you do move it. Dust does attract dust, so not moving it and cleaning even in the hardest to reach spots means that you can do this entirely again in two or three weeks. Not that attractive to look forward to…

And spring also means big changes, and with that I don’t mean the trees that chance from brown and depressive to green and full of life, or guys who are grumpy and obnoxious for one entire season and suddenly chance into full of life and hormones and being even more obnoxious (sorry, I have some truly annoying classmates…). No I mean changes at home, like the kind of chance that parents decide the entire house has to be painted or that it is time to switch rooms. Because by switching rooms, you have to lift up furniture and by doing so, you’ll find another hundred layers of dust. We changed bedrooms last Friday and I’m still finding dust in my hair and I think there is also way to much dust to be considered healthy in my lungs…