Man, what a day! I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an archivist, right? You’d think my life is all about dusty old books and boring documents. But nah, today was anything but boring.
I woke up in my tiny apartment on de Kloosterstraat. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I had to head to the St. Elisabeth Hospital. Why? Well, I was digging through some old records for a project. You know, the usual. But when I got there, I found out they were doing some renovations. Like, seriously? I just wanted to look at some old patient files. But nope, the whole place was a construction zone. I was like, “Great, just great.”
So, I decided to take a stroll down the Markt. It’s this cute little square, right? I thought maybe a coffee would help. I hit up this café, De Molen, and ordered a cappuccino. The barista was super friendly, but then she spilled hot milk all over the counter. I mean, come on! I was just trying to enjoy my drink. But hey, at least I got a free cookie out of it.
After that, I wandered over to the old cemetery on de Kerkstraat. It’s kinda eerie but also beautiful. I love the history there. I mean, these graves are like, centuries old! I found this one tombstone that was all cracked and mossy. It had this name I couldn’t even pronounce. I was like, “Who the heck was this person?” It made me think about how we’re all just dust in the wind, you know?
Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring rain. I mean, seriously? One minute it’s sunny, the next I’m soaked. I ducked into a little shop on de Heuvel. They sell all sorts of random stuff. I found this weird vintage postcard of Grave from the 1900s. I had to buy it. It was like a piece of time travel.
But then, I got a call from my boss. He was all, “We need those archives sorted ASAP!” I was like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a monsoon here!” But he didn’t care. Typical. So, I rushed back to the archive building on de Molenstraat.
When I got there, I tripped over a box. Classic me, right? I fell right into a pile of old documents. Papers everywhere! I was so mad, I could’ve screamed. But then I found this old photo of Grave from the 1940s. It was black and white, but you could see the old buildings. I was like, “Wow, this place has changed so much!”
Finally, I got everything sorted. I was exhausted but happy. I stepped outside, and the sun was setting. The sky was all pink and orange. I took a deep breath and thought, “This is why I love Grave.”
So yeah, my day was a rollercoaster. From coffee spills to rainstorms to tripping over boxes, it was wild. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Grave is my home, and even on the craziest days, it’s still the best place to be.