#anastasiyaandthelife Story_1
- LuNa
- 22 февр. 2018 г.
- 5 мин. чтения
Story_1
So let’s just start. I came to the Netherlands on 24th of August 2015. How I felt? I was excited that’s for sure. When I just entered the town I was going to live in for the next couple of years’ damn boy I was depressed. I wanted to cry and run away haha Ok ok ok hold on I’ll explain. So I came to Leeuwarden (Cultural Capital of Europe 2018 and the heart of Friesland). I know a lot of people who loved the town from the first sight. They were smitten on the spot by the cosines and cuteness of Leeuwarden. Narrow streets, romantic canals with floating cafes, boots in lights and lots of nature. Yah Leeuwarden is calm and peaceful. Perfect right? No!! Not for me :D I hated it from the moment I understood how tiny it is. And don’t get me wrong I am not a spoiled teen from the Big City. Nah, I come from another cozy and peaceful town – Ternopil. So yeah wasn’t a big change for me :D But I was and still am craving for the glossy crowded megapolis full of noise, people, skyscrapers, and energy. So my first impression of my university life was not the best. Don’t ask me why then I haven’t chosen another city. Yolo of course I had other options but too many things are involved so ok it is how it is. But the story is not about that. So I came to the Netherlands when I was 17 two months before my birthday. And that’s where the fun part begins. And I am not talking about the fact that while my groupmates were partying and leaving their nightlife I was watching series (just because even when I turned 18 I still continuously preferring a good movie/series or a bad movie/series to anything that requires leaving my place - sounds sad but actually it’s not). So let’s move to the actual story. When I applied for the university I needed also to transfer a certain amount of money to the university bank account (those would be my means of leaving for the following year). After coming to the country I needed to go to the bank and open a Dutch bank account to which those moneys would be transferred. I went to the Information Office and asked about the procedure. One week max 10 days – they said it would take. So my parents left me with a minimum of cash (I hate taking money, asking for money or help or anything – Yaz I am crazy). And left the country. I had a Student start week + I couldn’t find the way home all the time I was more than 500 meters away. I am a bit you know dreamy. One time I was searching how to get home from the city center for 4 hours (and it takes like 15 minutes to get there + in 4 hours you can probably walk the whole city, what I did) and no I didn’t find the way on my own I asked a guy for the direction and thanks, Lord he was a student from my university and just walked me there! So in a week (ok 4 days as far as I remember) I headed to the bank (with the use of maps of course). First of all, they have two buildings of my bank there and of course I just randomly picked one, wrong one, where they do not open bank accounts. But making the story short I found it and they said “You cannot open a bank account, sorry”. Sorry?! I am all alone in the Netherlands with my money being frizzed on the university account and that’s all you say? Ok ok. It was not their fault; I am making it a bit dramatic (so you know you feel a bit of action). I was 17 simply not old enough to open an account. I needed to wait for 2 more months and then everything would work. Simple, no problems. I mean Yaaaz. My parents left me some food so I could survive and I even had like 10 euros per week so damn boy LUXURY LIFE. But I lived in a student stay and every month I needed to pay a rent. I went to the office to ask for options. I mean I couldn’t pay for 2 months. The main problem was that I couldn’t do the transfer from Ukraine and every day of the delay of the payment would cost me 25 euros extra. Made some math and jumped to the conclusion that I would pay more for the delay then for the monthly rent. That was funny and sad simultaneously. I didn’t know what to do. Literally, I was lost. Perfect beginning of the university life – I thought back then and didn’t even expected how many more problems I will face in the future. But now I had a HUGE problem, which was throbbing in my brain. I went to the Information Office in my university to ask for advice. Now stop reading and think what they suggested? NOOOOO ahahah constructive advice ahahaha no no no. They said ask someone for money. Now again I’ve been to the university for 4 days so far I came on my own who da F**K I need to ask to lend me like 1000 euros?! So having nothing else to do I wrote a mail to the financial department explaining that I understand they cannot give me money but maybe they can transfer the exact amount of my rent to the student stay if I send then an official invoice. Several days of silence and me panicking… And I got a reply! They asked for the invoices and the next day I came to their office to pick up money. 2 months later on my birthday the first thing I have done was going to the bank. You needed to the face of that woman when she heard the story in short. We opened a bank account and she presented me a pen, which I still have haha. So Yaz pretty long, pretty funny and pretty sad story about me and adult life. When you are Anastasiya Lutsyshyn you get into different situations. Hope you enjoyed and laughed a bit.
In the end, I want to say, sometimes you face the problem totally on your own and for some people, it is harder to overcome them for another easer. If you are the one who has their mental breakdowns at moments like this my suggestion to you – go home and let it go, cry, scream or whatever you need (idk I am usually emotionless :D). Then look into the mirror and say “I will deal with this” get ready and go rock it! It is just an obstacle and not the end of the world. There is always a way out (an easier or a harder but there is one for sure). Take your shit together because:
“You are a scriptwriter of your life” –A.
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