I'm obviously going to see Wouter. He's playing tennis with me today despite the fact that he doesn't play. I have a feeling I'm going to spend the majority of the time laughing and picking up balls - which is awesome in itself when done with the right person. So far, he's been pretty right...and pretty damn perfect.
In other news (and to prevent this from turning into another gushy entry about the new man in my life), I have felt utterly incompetent and useless at work ever since I got back from Singapore. I'm back to doing the French judgment and I cannot emphasise enough how absolutely tiring and even harrowing it is at times to work in a language that you only barely know. I mean, give me a French menu to read and it'll be fine, but a French judgment? I don't even read French children's books. I have to concentrate twice as hard when I read and even then I don't understand half of what I read, so I have to type things into Google translate - which requires effort too. I regret putting French as my third language in my application; but I might not have gotten this internship if I hadn't done that, so it's really quite the catch-22 situation.
The really sweet and spunky American girl from work left a few days ago and I didn't get to say goodbye to her. I thought she was kind of rude when I first met her but she turned out to be the complete opposite. She was very caring and wonderful on the day that my grandmother passed away. We, along with the Indonesian guy (I should start using names) who started at the same time as me, went to Centrum during lunch and walked around and had lunch at this brilliant Italian restaurant. The weather was gorgeous that day: blue skies, slightly chilly breeze (but it's Den Haag), great company. Too bad about the underlying circumstance. Too bad that I didn't get to say goodbye. But it's heartening to know that there are people who care, genuinely, somewhere out there in the world.
I don't know what I'm gonna do after this internship. Wouter is probably going to be a significant influence on my decision-making; we got really close in a short period of time and I feel really safe and secure around him. I could even see myself living in Amsterdam. I suppose it's just a matter of finding a job. My parents got on my case about my 'plans' in the car to the airport and my dad attempted to guilt trip me into going home, but truth is, I really don't want to live in Singapore right now. I have fallen in love with Europe and I love being here. I just need a job...fucking hell.
The weather regressed to its usual awful rainy self when I was in Singapore. Now that I'm back in The Netherlands, the sun has decided to grace my life with its warm, cheerful presence. It's going to be an awesome weekend.