On being back and missing home;

For the past fifty days, I have been asked on various occasions what my one year in Belgium was like, what it was worth, what it did and how it felt to be back. I have been scratching my head since well before my departure from the Brussels international airport as to how I would…

Day 310- A Trip to Waterloo

Present day Waterloo, is nothing but low lying lush green hills that leave almost no trace of the battlefield that they lay on. They are the subtle screams of canons and gunfire echoing through empty lands that still remember the bloodshed they hide beneath the smell of fresh grass. When I relive history in Waterloo,…

Day 297- The woman at the old age home 

There is a woman at the old age home.  Her eyes glimmer of the history she’s witnessed in her long years here on earth.  Her wrinkles remind me of constellations, connected in a magnificent display of wisdom.  Her hands are always shaky. No matter how much I hold on to them, warming her skin against…

Day 296- How to get used to the idea of returning home

How to get used to the idea of returning home: i. Step into your favorite bar in your host country. Breathe in the scent of conversations flying around and people you are existing with. Let nostalgia take over. ii. Forget the idea of life back at home. You are on the cusp of the most…

Citizens Talk 15.0

“Are you an introvert? Or an extrovert? Or an extroverted introvert? Or maybe an ambivert? Why so many labels? Why so many questions? I’m a human being, I like to talk to people but I don’t particularly enjoy going towards a person and talk to them. However, I have no problem whatsoever talking to people…

Day 289- The countdown begins

In thirty two days, I will be on a flight back to my hometown, back to my family. It’s a strange feeling to be so torn between my love for two countries that I almost can’t comprehend what these short thirty two days would feel like. Today was officially the last day of school, it…

Citizens Talk 14.0

“​I have successfully almost finished the first year of university in a different country, after having lived with my parents for the first 18 years of my life; I can say with complete certainty that I have never learnt more things than I did these last 11 months. I can quite accurately compared my experience…

Day 274- Roadtripping

Yesterday, I returned from Amsterdam after an absolutely lovely weekend with four friends. I do have to admit that I didn’t really know three of them before we were on our bus to Amsterdam but that’s the beauty of being an exchange student. You just get along with people, and even if you don’t, you…

Day 267- Bus 129

When you’re on an exchange. Every little thing, action and movement towards you starts to matter. Such as when cars stop to let you pass through, or when someone makes an extra effort to help you. Specially the routes and things you see everyday. Bus Number 129 leaves from near my house towards my school…

Day 261- Let’s go Paris

Travelling does not seem to give joy to those who do it without regular reality checks. The idea of going away and running away to explore loses its meaning when there’s nothing to escape. Having traveled to Paris, London, Berlin and Alicante, I no longer feel the urge to see monuments and check them off…