Down in the street we hear bikes always rattling, prospective shoppers, tourists, parents and their children, young people, old people and everyone in-between. We've heard more than one woman singing opera on her bike at midnight, more than a few girls giggling on their way to school followed by more than a few boys hollering after them, more than one man whistling a jaunty tune in the afternoon, more than a few middle-aged drunks kicking cans down the street, and then the street sweepers rumble by every morning to start the day anew.
We found our first short stay apartment on Airbnb, and there really couldn't be a better introduction to Haarlem than this cute loft on Wilhelminastraat, a main thoroughfare in town. We've made ourselves right at home here, and it's weird to think that we'll be moving on to another temporary apartment at the end of the month.
On the bright side, we’re making great headway on downsizing, moving and storing our stuff. It feels really good, and absolutely liberating. Every day we’re crossing items off our list and we can see the light at the end of this very long tunnel. This week we’re going to spend time with family, start moving some furniture and attend a wedding, which sounds like a pretty cool week to us.