Watching the rain is so calming, while I am actually sitting inside this cozy and warm building, with a hot cocoa on my desk. The view is beautiful. I have an emotional bond with this place. I watched this same view when it was sunny and shiny and I even studied outside in the beautiful weather, I watched it go through the beautiful mesmerizing snowfalls, I’ve been here with my friends who study law while finishing their bachelor’s thesis, I’ve sit here with my classmates discussing economic assignments, I’ve sit here till late at night while working my a** (oops, sorry) neck off for preparing for exams, and like now I’ve sit here alone and read, researched and wrote a paper individually.
It’s raining outside, I have to leave for a political meeting in two hours, but I hesitate. Montesquieu building has turned into my home (thereby painting my own house as my second home and my mum’s house as my third home). I spend much more time here than anywhere else.
You know, sometimes I came here in the early morning, I saw all these half-sleep faces, stayed here for a while then left for some classes, came back again afterwards, met with some friends or classmates for some discussions and when they left I stayed and study so long that when I was ready to leave, I saw that the busy building M has turned to an empty hall...
It’s raining, as if the sky is going to miss me if I ever leave this place, but... Actually the feeling would be mutual...
Cause Like the M building, Holland has become my home through the years I was growing up, and no matter where I go, and for how long I stay away, whenever I come back, it feels like... like... well, like; "there is no place like home".
