An Entirely Different Morrow

Saturday Feb 11th –

Up and out of the appartement Zoe and I went by 10:15 that morning, since there was another viewing of the apartment.

Mike had left earlier in order to show the car to someone who was possibly interested in purchasing it (this being the car owned for less than two weeks) 😏

Zoe and I went to the grocery store, walking in the freshly fallen snow and feeling at home in itπŸ˜‹β„οΈ

Zoe purchased some of the necessary items to take back with her, I got groceries and then Mike met us and we got some last loempias 😁

Mike then drove us back towards the apartment, but as we approached, he spotted the realtor and the young couple with their family who had been looking at our place. So Mike drove further and parked at the next apartment building.

I then asked why he’d done that, since the people wouldn’t know we were the owners even if we did walk by them? His face lit up in realization that that was true 😜
Over to our building we drove and parked and as we gathered our groceries and walked towards the door I readied myself for him to not be able to make it by them without saying something😏

He didn’t speak to them, but he sure didn’t avoid sending a nice smile their way and making direct eye contact.
Which in turn had them stopping us and asking if there were any stores nearby.
At that moment I knew we’d lost him and would be standing outside listening to him and the potential buyers chat in Dutch for a while 😏
He ‘let it slip’ that we were actually the owners of the place they’d just looked at and from there the conversation was one of your average, friendly salesman.

Zoe didn’t know what was being said but I caught enough to get the idea and want to leave them in peace and take my chatty husband away before he scared them off 😜

We parted ways and had just finished getting shoes off/ unpacking all the groceries when our door buzzer rang.
The young couple was back and they had some questions they wanted to ask us…?

Turns out they were super interested in the place, loved how it was set up and actually wanted a price of what we’d want for ALL the furnishings.
Including the gold-fish πŸ˜‚

They left and Mike was in a high state of excitement πŸ˜‰
I was hopeful as well but I’m better at saying what should happen, will.
Whether or not that’s a good attitude I’m not always so sure.

As you could probably guess by now, Zoe and I went for naps πŸ™ˆ

Mike stayed up and now and then through dream land, I could hear him talking on the phone and I was getting the idea things were moving along.

Once I awoke, he told me nasi balls, fries and our favourite grape juice (yes, we are adults;) was on the table as a celebration meal, because our apartment was sold… and our car, and our furniture and fish πŸ˜‚

Talk about answered prayers ☺️

Zoe got to work packing up her things and preparing for the next day’s travel back to Sask. and Mike and I were corresponding with mom about her traveling to see us in Europe one last time.

Her tickets were booked and she comes in less than two weeks 😁✈️

Once her tickets were booked, suddenly we too had tickets booked, leaving the same day she did… but were going to South Africa.

Mike had wanted to go back there for sometime but I could never justify the ticket money/length of travel when I had family to go see for the same cost and almost the same amount of flying time.
Now it’ll be our final, large-ish trip while living in Europe 😏

When bedtime finally rolled around, so very much changed since that morning 😳

Sunday Feb 12th –

We awoke to more snow.
The ground and rooftops covered in a few inches of thick, perfect for snowball type white fluff❄️

We left for Schiphol airport a little earlier than needed, in case the roads were bad because of the weather but thankfully they weren’t.
We passed our extra time by sipping a coffee at a Starbucks along the way β˜•οΈ

Just like that, three weeks came to an end and Zoe was headed back home✈️
Our time together had been entertaining and enjoyed, by her and I at least πŸ˜œπŸ’•
Mike liked it too, but having two girls around, who are rather similar, may have been more tiring for him, then even he himself had expectedπŸ˜‰

We walked her to her gate and said our goodbyes, knowing we would soon reunite on Canadian soil πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦

Thanks for spending your Europe trip graciously tolerating Mike, Fiji and I 😘

Upon our return to the apartment, Fiji was in a better frame of mind then he had been the whole time Zoe was here.
I really do think he was jealous/weirded out about having another human around because as he wouldn’t sit with us or pay us mind while she was here but the minute I sat on the couch after getting back from the airport, he literally leapt over the couch and rushed to lay in my lap, purring loudly.

Sorry Zoe, Fiji may have tolerated you and you may have helped control his fur loss, but the bond wasn’t strong 😜

We napped awhile before going over to Erwin and Sarah’s for a fondue supper and dessert πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ΄πŸ§€πŸŒΆπŸ“πŸ–πŸ²

It was all very good.

Lisanne (who’s 7 years old) supposedly questioned Mike rather seriously about why we had sold everything so fast and why we were going to Canada. Pretty much wondering why he would even move… we got the vibe she figured it wasn’t the brightest idea πŸ˜πŸ˜‹

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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