RAIN AND THE STATION FROM MY WINDOW

Rotterdam Centraal Station (2008) from my window at 7th floor

It was 01.30 last night (or this morning..), I could not sleep... not again since I fell asleep watching K-drama on my notebook, and after a cup of instant coffee... (yupe, I drink black coffee... instant coffee... I'm a coffee opportunist...), and brushed my teeth in the middle of the night (really, it's true that brushing your teeth can only make you feel fresh).

It was suddenly raining heavily. I went to the kitchen to put the empty mug in the sink. On my way there from my room, I felt so grateful for I live in a house, a home. My Mom and Dad were sleeping in their room next to mine. This house is an old house, the roof is leak, but I feel protected inside.

I've been outside in heavy rains. Walking, driving or riding alone in heavy rain, I felt so cold inside and lonely, especially when I was alone in a foreign country. Here, at least when I drive alone in heavy rain, like I did yesterday afternoon after work, I know that there are my parents waiting for me... and they did yesterday, with a bonus... my baby nephew was there at home too.

In foreign country, after biking alone in a heavy rain, sometimes I was alone in the apartment. I felt

Rotterdam CS in midnight from 11th floor (Photo: Denny X-anda, 2008)

warm in my room, but still felt lonely. It's even more lonely in the middle of the night, when it was cold outside and all I could see from the window was empty platforms of Rotterdam Centraal Station (by the way, my lodge was only 10 minute walk from the Centraal Station). I felt happy seeing the cars of the freight train bringing containers entering the station, and counted the cars. Usually there were more than 20. I also felt being accompanied when several workers did the maintenance of the tracks, with the dim lights. But when it was raining, I felt happy when there was a train coming in to the station, for I know that how lonely I felt that time, I was not alone. There in the station, I know there are some people who share the same feeling that night. That night, I always know that somewhere far away in different part of this globe, my parents were missing me. And I was not alone... there were 2 other girls in the apartment in their room, and a cup of coffee on my desk.