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 homeĀ 

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 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…

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 54- Netherlands

So. Let me fill you in on what has happened in the past ten days.  I went to the Netherlands, which is about a two hour drive from our house. We went to a small town called Delft. It’s fairly close to Amsterdam and it’s the cutest place ever. They have these small mideval European…