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I remember

This is a repost from the now-deleted old archives of the blog, originally posted on the ninth of February, 2021. I thought of doing it up as its own page, like the article about our Christmas tradition, but it seemed wrong 鈥 this is capturing a very specific moment in my (and everyone鈥檚) life, and it would be gauche to put such an emotional rant on the front page.


I remember watching grown-ups鈥 TV late at night on the sofa in Oma and Opa鈥檚 caravan, nestled between them, a tiny TV in the corner, subtitles on, those black circles with the advisory ratings.

I remember watching us lose to Spain, watching crime dramas and not understanding a thing, i remember just being there, the inflatable pool waiting outside for tomorrow, the sofa unfolding itself into a bed. The smell of kitty litter in the toilet, the view outside, the jar of sweets, my bedroom decorated on the walls with maps, like the one under the desk at their house of the 12 provinces, those big books, that one of shape-sjablonen, that maths puzzle book for five-year-olds, the decorated plate, the chicken schnitzel, the horrid smell of their fish dinner, jumping on the trampoline, chlorinating my eyes in the pool, the gravel road, the endless journeys in.

I remember the tacky ceramics, the awful internet back then, falling through the chair (ow!) while browsing Coolmath.com on Windows XP, messing with Paint Shop Pro 8, Internet Explorer 7鈥 me always taking down the 鈥楩or Sale鈥 sign in the window, that little book of the planets and stars, i think there was one about seasonal plants.

I remember them moving the caravan from Schagen to Ede. I remember going to Deventer and meeting that family who lived on a boat (the girl was nice).

I remember Papa鈥檚 house, i remember the blackboard where i learned the passcode鈥夆斺0420鈥夆斺塼o an iPod i acquired at far too young an age, i remember that time i sat inside watching videos instead of going outside in the sun, the Chocomel, the Wokkels, that frog-shaped bowl, those letter-shaped stamps op zolder, Opa鈥檚 model railway. I remember that tiny 鈥渂athtub鈥, i remember Oma鈥檚 scrapbook, her Scooby-Doo plush, i remember watching Finding Nemo over and over, the pond, the playground, the train station, how much the giant robot at Nemo creeped me out, Mouse Paint, that board book teaching me how to tie knots, Corpus, that weird video from the library with the wireframe man, trying in vain to find that specific top-ten episode of Garfield & Friends on Windows Media Centre, that elephant thing at the preschool fundraiser, that kid who would only drink orange juice out of a specific blue cup, my first day at school, watching Nieuws uit de natuur then going home early on Wednesdays, fighting with Nuri over who got to keep the paper Einstein doll we made, founding a country with Emiel, not understanding Ewout鈥檚 Pok茅mon references, the trip to Aeolus, that time a teacher went to go on a pilgrimage along the Way of St. James, de Speelhoorn, de Waterhoorn, toasties, poffertjes, the pick-and-mix at Kruidvat, the climbing frame鈥搕reehouse鈥搒andpit thing in the back garden, the stoomtram to Medemblik, visiting the Zuiderzee Museum on a snowy day, swimming lessons, going to Hema for a sausage roll afterwards, accidentally pressing 鈥榮top鈥 on the escalator, Cars 2 being the first film i ever saw at the cinema, Fristi, ads for 鈥楾axi鈥 soft drink (never had it), curly fries at Burger King (how i wish they had those over here), the paintings around the house, Papa鈥檚 exercise bike in the attic, him playing trance music in the car鈥

I remember crying when i found out me and Mama were moving back to the UK.

I gave a PowerPoint presentation about Eurovision on my last day of school. I cried as everyone filed out of the classroom. Both because of me leaving, and because i鈥檇 made a mistake in it.

They gave me this little booklet as a farewell gift. It鈥檚 bound up in a cover of the solar system. Everyone in the class made a little something for it.

I don鈥檛 know where it is, and i can鈥檛 bear to look at it.

It鈥檚 been a year and a half since i last went for a visit. I鈥檒l probably have to skip this year too.

Ik wil naar huis.


Three years now鈥 and i never got to say goodbye to my grandfather. See you on the other side, opa.

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