Home.

This is what Brussels feels like - sadly, I dont have a picture of my mom to put on here, but she's the main reason why I go back home.

Weekend at home

I'm in Brussels at the moment visiting my mom and it feels really nice to be home. People always say 'home is where the heart is', that's probably why I feel at home in many different places, as I love people in different places.
Brussels is a very international city, with lots of people from all over Europe (they call it 'the heart of Europe') and this is perhaps another reason why I like it here. It's very open and friendly, and the chocolates and beers are amazing.
My mum was speaking about getting a dog, since our cat died last year, and I've been looking into 'small-ish' dogs for her. I'm not very keen on small dogs, but she doesn't have the space to have a big dog (otherwise, a husky would be my choice).

I find beagles very cute though. Maybe I'll get one for her birthday in May?

Plans?

I LOVE to plan stuff. anything, everything. I also like to plan to make plans - at night, for example, I'll think about all the things I'm going to put in a list the following morning. Sad, I know.
Lately this hasn't been the case. I can't plan, because I have no idea what is going to happen. I found out last week that I got accepted into my chosen Universities to do an MA (in consumer psychology) - YAY - but I still have so many doubts I can't get properly excited.

Next year is a complete mystery to me - I don't know where I will live, with whom, or what I'll be doing. Technically if I do this MA I can live and work part-time, but live where? Am I going to end up in shitty student halls in a room that doesn't even fit an extra toothbrush?

Thinking about leaving my friends and my flat in Farnham makes me want to cry. I know it's a bit extreme, but this truly has become my Home. Our flat's tiny but us three girls have had such amazing times here..we are the three musketeers. This situation reminds me a lot of when I left the European School in Brussels. I grew up with those people for 10 years, some of them (see previous post) are like family to me. And it was the hardest thing to move to England by myself, but now I can't imagine my life anywhere else. I guess people always adapt, right?

Ah, I don't know, it's just so hard to let go.

After hand-in celebrations

I spent the first weekend away in a long long time. Saw my best friends as they came to Bristol for a birthday party. It's weird, sometimes I "forget" how much I actually care about these people. But when we're together it's just naturally amazing.