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…

New beginnings, new ideas…

So school’s started, and let’s just say I’m done socializing. Something about school just doesn’t appeal to me anymore, maybe it’s the constant long hours of study and nothing in particular to look up to, or perhaps it’s just that I enjoy my own company more than other’s. Everything’s become an emotional rollercoaster, and it’s…