Less than 10 days to go? I cannot wrap my brain around it. This Brussels life that started off so strange and alien is finally my own. When I returned from Amsterdam this past weekend, I stepped out of the Maelbeek metro stop and thought, “Aaaah I’m home!” When I first arrived, I could not fathom the idea that I might come to know and, dare I say it, love the streets of Brussels, but I certainly did.
Throughout my time in Brussels, I had a recurring dream about returning back to the United States. In this dream, I only had one full day to see my family and collect my American treasures (i.e. Honey Bunches of Oats and various items from my long lost wardrobe). It was overwhelming and sad, and I would wake up in a panic. I felt like my return to America was something so far out of sight that it would never come. But now I am feeling this panicky sensation in reverse.
I have less than 10 days left in Brussels. That’s a single digit. That is so soon. Do I really have time to do everything that I’ve wanted, and soak up the last bit of this experience? Have I truly taken advantage of this amazing adventure? I’ll have time to reflect when it’s over, but for now I’ll just enjoy my Belgian chocolate.
Throughout my time in Brussels, I had a recurring dream about returning back to the United States. In this dream, I only had one full day to see my family and collect my American treasures (i.e. Honey Bunches of Oats and various items from my long lost wardrobe). It was overwhelming and sad, and I would wake up in a panic. I felt like my return to America was something so far out of sight that it would never come. But now I am feeling this panicky sensation in reverse.
I have less than 10 days left in Brussels. That’s a single digit. That is so soon. Do I really have time to do everything that I’ve wanted, and soak up the last bit of this experience? Have I truly taken advantage of this amazing adventure? I’ll have time to reflect when it’s over, but for now I’ll just enjoy my Belgian chocolate.
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