The Land of Adam Tas and Simon van der Stel
One of those useless things: it was just 05:05 PM 05/05/05. Next year there's going to be mass hysteria again...
I've been living in my new home for little more than half a week now and everything is going good. My housemate and I are getting along quite well. Neither of us can cook, but I think, seeing as how we survived this far, everything is going to turn out fine. My brother gave me a beginner's cookbook with easy and quick recipes. It looks fun and I'd like to try out some of the dishes soon, but reading through even the simplest of recipes I realise how utterly useless I am at in the kitchen. I'm a man of science and I've found cooking to be more of an intuitive process. Meh, stop making excuses...
I can now get up an hour later; something I am very thankful for. Getting to classes involves (at this time) a brisk walk in the fresh morning air, which helps to wake you up and get your spirits up for the day. In the afternoon I can grab a quick nap and then I'm ready to work for the rest of the day (that sentence made me feel so old...).
There's an old saying in Stellenbosch: if you go away for a weekend and you return to find the leaves on the trees in red, brown and yellow and falling to the ground and you haven't started studying (for the exam) yet, then its too late. Even though I've been better academically, I'm going to be taking it a little slow this week and the next. I'm settling in and, more importantly, taking in the atmosphere. By “atmosphere” I'm not necessarily referring to the “student life”, but rather the peace I now find in this town. Its the feeling I get when I look over my computer screen into the “busy” town street. Its the feeling I get when I look at the Stellenbosch mountain draped in dusk. Its the feeling I get when I see the sun cascading through cracks in the clouds on a perfect day. Its the feeling I get when I look at the ominous autumn leaves lying on the grass of the hostels that flank the streets. Its the thought that, as a student, there are no limitations and no end to independence.
To many, these little observations are insignificant, but I find much joy and comfort in them. They provide solace for yet another tut test failed and sooths over the burns of yet another foul mood. At the end of the day I am able to shake everything else off and feel good. Still a little empty, but good. One step at a time.
I've been living in my new home for little more than half a week now and everything is going good. My housemate and I are getting along quite well. Neither of us can cook, but I think, seeing as how we survived this far, everything is going to turn out fine. My brother gave me a beginner's cookbook with easy and quick recipes. It looks fun and I'd like to try out some of the dishes soon, but reading through even the simplest of recipes I realise how utterly useless I am at in the kitchen. I'm a man of science and I've found cooking to be more of an intuitive process. Meh, stop making excuses...
I can now get up an hour later; something I am very thankful for. Getting to classes involves (at this time) a brisk walk in the fresh morning air, which helps to wake you up and get your spirits up for the day. In the afternoon I can grab a quick nap and then I'm ready to work for the rest of the day (that sentence made me feel so old...).
There's an old saying in Stellenbosch: if you go away for a weekend and you return to find the leaves on the trees in red, brown and yellow and falling to the ground and you haven't started studying (for the exam) yet, then its too late. Even though I've been better academically, I'm going to be taking it a little slow this week and the next. I'm settling in and, more importantly, taking in the atmosphere. By “atmosphere” I'm not necessarily referring to the “student life”, but rather the peace I now find in this town. Its the feeling I get when I look over my computer screen into the “busy” town street. Its the feeling I get when I look at the Stellenbosch mountain draped in dusk. Its the feeling I get when I see the sun cascading through cracks in the clouds on a perfect day. Its the feeling I get when I look at the ominous autumn leaves lying on the grass of the hostels that flank the streets. Its the thought that, as a student, there are no limitations and no end to independence.
To many, these little observations are insignificant, but I find much joy and comfort in them. They provide solace for yet another tut test failed and sooths over the burns of yet another foul mood. At the end of the day I am able to shake everything else off and feel good. Still a little empty, but good. One step at a time.
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