Letters to Spring (in the Netherlands)

Dear Spring,

2nd of February 2018,

Yesterday I officially moved into my new apartment, in my new college, in a new town and in a new country. You’ve made me feel right at home, Spring, and the weather here is not much different from back home. Though everything around me is strange and new, I’m settling in OK and taking everyday as it comes. Thankfully I’ve already found people to embrace this new adventure with.

They’re saying here that you’re planning on bringing snow next week… is that true? This town with all its canals covered in snow would be beautiful, though I’m looking forward to watching you coax the tulips out.

Dear Spring,

6th February 2018,

I never knew you could be so cold! At the moment it’s not safe to be in your presence without anything less than a hat, scarf and gloves (and nerves of steel). At times I feel like I’m back in first year of college. Everyday I have to learn something new and though it can be frustrating at times, I have my housemates to thank for turning all the mishaps and confusion into something we can laugh about.

I found out yesterday that behind my campus is a national park. Our lecturer brought us for a tour and all I could think of, was how I can’t wait to go back when it’s warmer and see how beautiful you can make it.

Dear Spring,

7th February 2018,

My mind has adjusted but my body hasn’t. That probably doesn’t make a lot of sense, but when I tell the others, they understand what I mean. But I’m not missing home because I know it’s not where I’m supposed to be right now.

I’m in a coffee shop (not that kind) downstairs from my apartment, sitting by the window watching all the students go by. They’re playing some song called Beautiful Stranger and I’m surprised how peaceful I feel.

Dear Spring,

8th February 2018,

You made the rivers turn to ice last night. Yesterday we got brought for a tour around the town and shown the history of the Dom Tower, which stands in the centre (an unspoken rule is that no other building in Utrecht can be higher than the Dom). This place is magically medieval and the canals separate the old and new city. Personally I prefer the older part. I’m in town picking up pieces for my friends birthday, little things that represent this little city… Tony’s chocolate, a Miffy key ring and of course Stroopwaffles.

The last thing I want to tell you Spring, is that I adore the cultures that surround me on a daily basis. Everyone’s views on life are so different. It’s fascinating to discuss someones country and their way of life instead of reading it in book.


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