Hi guys,
first of all, sorry that I haven't posted for 1.5 months (and before that time less than I did before). Secondly, I'm afraid that I will only post less and less. Let me explain why, if you don't mind
Last summer, I got an appartment in Amsterdam. I moved from the elderly home in the Hague to Amsterdam. For many people a wish coming true, for me nothing more but a logical step. I've been dating my current girlfriend for almost 4 years (dating doesn't seem to quite cover the load, but ok), and the most logical step was to move in together. Wether or not romantically induced, we did, and for now, it works fine.
Moving also meant having to switch jobs. That was the most exciting thing of it all, could I get a job in Amsterdam? One that suited my profile and capabilities. I used to work in the largest cinema in the Hague, and I'm happy that that cinema is part of a larger corporation, Pathe Theatre. They have multiplexes all over the country (with the largest of all being in Amsterdam; 14 screens, Imax, 3250 seats, for dutch standards: HUGE). Anyway, my supervisors were reluctant to let me go, but they did, and they placed me in that huge-ass cinema, as a projectionist, again. I've been that in the The Hague-theater, and now I have that same job again in Amsterdam.
Living together already is a huge strain on my leasure-time, which I prefer to fill up with sleeping, drinking great coffee or scotch, and playing guitar (and less and less the internet).
My boss came up with a new idea though. Apparently he's so satisfied with my work, he gave me shifts 3 to 4 days a week, where I used to have 1 or 2, maybe 3. I work till 1 AM, sometimes 4 AM, so where is my free time then? well, out of the window
its getting better though to mix my work and free time, up until last week. The 'brass' wants to give me a new function in the company, something that will make more money, more hours, more responsibility... I grabbed that chance ofcourse, and they're working out the details, I've been making a career for myself superfast; within 18 months of service, they offer me this kind of a job; not bad!
You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that I'm having even less time to spend (on the internet, haha).
My mum always used to say, change comes in threes. moving to amsterdam, new job... so, whats the third? well, my girlfriends uncle has been diagnosed with cancer (well, its only sure for 70%, but the 30% of not having cancer is maybe even worse than cancer), my girlfriends grandfather has a degenerative muscle-disease (he's been like a grandfather to me, and I see him as such too, by the way) and my own grandmother had a stroke, went to a coma for 3 days, and can no barely lift a finger...
Thats also a major strain on my personal life. For now I don't seem to realize the impact of all those illnesses, but I think it will hit, sometime...
So, now you know The short story is: I've been busy, and I will for time to come 
first of all, sorry that I haven't posted for 1.5 months (and before that time less than I did before). Secondly, I'm afraid that I will only post less and less. Let me explain why, if you don't mind
Last summer, I got an appartment in Amsterdam. I moved from the elderly home in the Hague to Amsterdam. For many people a wish coming true, for me nothing more but a logical step. I've been dating my current girlfriend for almost 4 years (dating doesn't seem to quite cover the load, but ok), and the most logical step was to move in together. Wether or not romantically induced, we did, and for now, it works fine.
Moving also meant having to switch jobs. That was the most exciting thing of it all, could I get a job in Amsterdam? One that suited my profile and capabilities. I used to work in the largest cinema in the Hague, and I'm happy that that cinema is part of a larger corporation, Pathe Theatre. They have multiplexes all over the country (with the largest of all being in Amsterdam; 14 screens, Imax, 3250 seats, for dutch standards: HUGE). Anyway, my supervisors were reluctant to let me go, but they did, and they placed me in that huge-ass cinema, as a projectionist, again. I've been that in the The Hague-theater, and now I have that same job again in Amsterdam.
Living together already is a huge strain on my leasure-time, which I prefer to fill up with sleeping, drinking great coffee or scotch, and playing guitar (and less and less the internet).
My boss came up with a new idea though. Apparently he's so satisfied with my work, he gave me shifts 3 to 4 days a week, where I used to have 1 or 2, maybe 3. I work till 1 AM, sometimes 4 AM, so where is my free time then? well, out of the window
its getting better though to mix my work and free time, up until last week. The 'brass' wants to give me a new function in the company, something that will make more money, more hours, more responsibility... I grabbed that chance ofcourse, and they're working out the details, I've been making a career for myself superfast; within 18 months of service, they offer me this kind of a job; not bad!You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that I'm having even less time to spend (on the internet, haha).
My mum always used to say, change comes in threes. moving to amsterdam, new job... so, whats the third? well, my girlfriends uncle has been diagnosed with cancer (well, its only sure for 70%, but the 30% of not having cancer is maybe even worse than cancer), my girlfriends grandfather has a degenerative muscle-disease (he's been like a grandfather to me, and I see him as such too, by the way) and my own grandmother had a stroke, went to a coma for 3 days, and can no barely lift a finger...
Thats also a major strain on my personal life. For now I don't seem to realize the impact of all those illnesses, but I think it will hit, sometime...
So, now you know
The short story is: I've been busy, and I will for time to come 
I'm sure once once everything settles down you'll be able to figure out a routine and find some me time. When I first got married it was so difficult. My wife couldn't understand why I played for hours everyday. She didn't understand me being in the garage with my truck til 1 in the morning. Then when the baby came she(the baby) wanted to sleep during prime practice hours. It was a mess. Headphones and a DOD multi f/x unit are no fun! Eventually things worked out. My wife was able to understand that it wasn't like it was an attempt to avoid her. It is what makes me me. It did get ugly for a bit. I explained to her that my guitar and my Chevy were around long before her and she married all three of us. Eventually it sunk in. Good luck 
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