This day trip to Moscow is, ironically enough, both the beginning of the end and the start of a new phase. I'm not sure which of the aspects is dominating at the moment, because the limbo I entered a month is still going strong. It is very unlikely that a few people have noticed or perceived it correctly - it is a state of mind you don't fully understand until you live it. That is, indeed, the case : having been waiting, patiently (or not very much so) crossing day after day, I could define the word "anticipation" in every sense possible and illustrate it with tons of unambiguous examples. Being mentally trapped in the far future, even if it's somewhat set and predetermined (in a good way), is not what a 20 y.o. should do, no matter how legitimate the excuses are. You, guys, probably mean well and don't think of the other side of those conversations about how exciting the upcoming things are. What I'm quite positive about is that I'm feeling relieved at this point. It's like running the marathon -- you know where you will finish, but it's still a pretty long way to go, isn't it? Time may be the best cure, but it is also a major buzz killer (I know, I knoww I say "anticipation is half the fun" every so often) and once you forget what is this that you're looking forward to it is all rather annoying. That being said, ever since I learned that I am a temporary resident of/student in the Netherlands as of this february everything turned into a honeymoon-like experience and I have no right and reason to complain whatsoever. So don't get me wrong, it's been great but I'm glad it's almost over -- where one door closes another one opens, I'm about to get on the plane to the nation's capital to collect my Schengen visa checking off the last thing on the pre-departure to-do list and I can already smell all the good things awaiting my arrival in the land of tulips (and all other stuff)! :)