I will not talk about the weather through stereotipical images: we all know Dutch weather sucks, although I was told that Maastricht is the sunniest city in the Netherlands.
I will not complain about it either. What I would like to discuss is the inlfluence of this ever changing landscapes in the course of 24 hours on my moods and behaviours.
Take today for example: I woke up at 9.00, which is unusually early for me since the beginning of my student life (lazy I know) and the sun was just waking up with me from an unspecified sky-blanket of greys. As I slowly came to life, started up my computer and tried to make a point about the things I should do today, the sun started shining more and more powerfully, unawarely powering up my inner batteries too.
I sat at my desk and started working on some side project, completely unrelated to accademic work: good fun and use of time, but no good for tomorrow’s tutorial. Nevermind, I thought, the day seemed still quite long. Cooked a warm meal, (read Chilli con Carne) to keep on riding the good mood sunny wave but by the time I sat at the table the scene out of the window had completely changed.
A flock of grey clouds gallopping through the sky, I thought they would not bring rain, darkened the interior of my flat and once I sat on the couch to finally start studying I could barely read the texts without a light. Funny, it is dark at 4 o’clock already, but even funnier than that, where had all my good intentions, my “let’s get it done” attitude of only a few hours before gone? Probably gallopping outside with the grey flock of clouds.
Living in a country like the Netherlands is teaching me to appreciate unpredictability: you cannot really make plans when a typical day sees the interchanging of almost all of the 4 seasons of the year: lovely spring in the morning, an appearance of late summer-early autumn in the afternoon to end up in the grimmest of winters in the evening.
But let’s face it, there is still a sense of beauty in the cold, punching air of the night which makes you walk faster towards home while you cheeks turn into rosy-red and your nose becomes an ice lolly.
And it is not all bad to learn how to cope with unpredictability: I think by now I would feel rather suffocated to live following a set, pre-determined timetable, like I did when I was working in the last 3 years of my life.
But before coming to conclusions, I’d better see how I survive next winter. I just hope my inner batteries, and motivation to study, will not be completely dried out by the lack of light by then.
I come from sunny Italy, from the area of Milan, city of football, fashion and bad politicians. Maastricht will be my home for the next year while I try to become a writer/journalist and attend my Media Culture master at UM. During my almost 27 years on this planet I also lived in Germany and Czech Republic, although my dream is going back to a Mediterranean country. In the cold, Dutch rainy days I keep busy with writing, getting upset about Italian politics and learning about archaeology. The past is always better :)