# 253 ‘I can not live like a pimple for months’

As Maud moves into her new home, her newfound love Gio ruins it for her. He has informed Charlie that Maud is the ex of Charlie’s new love, Tommy, which makes Charlie no longer want to live with Maud. Maud must therefore start her search for a home from scratch. And her relationship with Gio does not run smoothly either: they decide to take it easy. When she works at the editorial office, her editor-in-chief comes to her. “Say Maud, I would like to ask you something else, but have you seen this yet?”

I look amazed at the screen on my editor – in – chief’s phone. There on the screen I see a vacancy. This is a permanent position on the editorial board. I look at her questioningly. “Uh, no, have not seen it yet …” I reply desperately. “So what?”

“I think it’s something for you!” she answers jovially. “Maud, you are a very good force. If you were to apply, I would not even invite the other girls to be honest. I would very much like to have you employed with us. But then your freelance life is over, so think hard “A permanent job with holidays, holiday pay and your own office space. But no longer the freedom to go where you want. Or to go out during the week,” she blinks. I have to laugh. I feel in secret quite honored that after such a short time she apparently already has such confidence in me.But should I really give up my freelance life for a steady job? I’m still so young!

Fortunately, I have plenty of time to think about her suggestions. And there’s a lot more on the agenda, because I need to find a new home. Maybe I should swing a little and Amstelveen is better? Or Weesp or Amsterdam North or something? The thought of having to take the ferry every day gives me a little breakdown, but I try to fan it out. What if I find my dream house? I decide to enlarge my search area and immediately see a number of houses in the city that really appeal to me in terms of interior design. The prices are a bit high, but if I really get a permanent job, I might be able to afford it …

hmm. It is worth considering. I immediately make a few show arrangements. Less than an hour later I receive an invitation to a house in Amstelveen Noord. ‘Well, then hope for the best’, I think as I send back the days that I can get past.

A few days later I walk around the apartment in Amstelveen. The house is not very big, but in itself fine for one alone. And Gio and I went all the way again in love he can easily spend the night here. As long as we do not live together: the house is really too small to accommodate even more things besides my things. “Can you tell us that quickly?” asks the owner of the apartment. “I have a couple of other viewers and I actually want it ready at the end of the month that I have to rent it out to …” I get a little itchy that it all has to go so fast. But on the other hand: I can not live on for months as a kind of pimple. From sofa to sofa …

“Okay, I’m doing it!” I hear myself say. Before I can go back, I give my details to the owner so she can fix the contract. When I’m on the tram again, I do not know where to look for it. I just said yes to a house that I do not know if it really is something for me, but I’m so desperate that I do not care. I can make my own! I quickly call Rochella to tell them I’m probably got a new home. And then I call Gio to do the same. Then I send an SMS to my editor-in-chief; “I want to sit with you next week, honey!” Almost immediately I get a text message back: ‘Top Maud. Come to me when you are there. “

That Friday, I toasted with Rochella and Jessie for my ‘new’ life: The owner of the house immediately arranged the contract this week. Both girls are super happy for me. I did not tell them that Gio is not doing well. No one needs to know that I again do not really have perfect, stable lovers right now. I’m making an appointment with Rochella to shop in thrift stores for my interior soon. “Shall we go to a festival tomorrow to celebrate this ?! I don’t have the little one tomorrow either, and I feel like getting old-fashioned again, to be honest,” Rochella suggests. In all secrecy, I think it’s a good idea, and Jessie jumps right in. We buy a ticket to the 909 Festival, in Amsterdamse Bos. I doubt it for a moment, but apps also Gio if he wants to join. Almost immediately I get the answer that he likes it.

And then I’m on Saturday with my friends and boyfriend at the festival. The average age at the festival is well above ours: I think there are primarily people over 40 years old. It does not bother me: the mood is good and I feel good, but the ecstasy money I have taken certainly contributes to it. We dance wildly at the front of the main stage. Every now and then one of us walks away to have a drink or go to the toilet. As night falls and it slowly gets darker, the rhythm of the music picks up a notch. I do not really want to leave my seat, but I really have to go to the toilet around ten o’clock in the evening. “I will be back soon!” I shout as I quickly walk away.

As soon as I enter the toilets, I feel someone knocking on my shoulders. “Hey Maudje!” shouts the person. I turn around and feel the color run from my face. “Oh my god … What are you doing here ?!”

Maud (23) likes to party and travel. She recently started working as an editor for a magazine. Her relationship with boyfriend Tommy has just ended, and Maud is looking for a new home in Amsterdam. Every week you read her fairy tales in a new one episode from Maud’s Night Book.

# 252 ‘What are you doing, Gio?’

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