Diaries of an alcoholic

People can start to feel like a distant memory; folded away between an old copy of wuthering heights. You know the kind. They start to resemble drunken nights, The events of the past begin to shape-shift into distorted images and blurs. Only sometimes, you don’t want to wake up with no recollection of what went…

My Host Family (Mijn GastFamilie)

I know, my exchange is almost over but better late than never right? Today, I’m going to introduce you to my host family. My family consists of my host mother, brother and sister. My host mother is a management and life coach and has her own business called “the coaching square”. She is extremely sweet…

Citizens Talk 1.0

“Sometimes my Belgian friends tease me about being Polish and that sometimes hurts me because they make fun of my mom who became a cleaning maid when she first came to Belgium. They don’t understand how hard it is to find a job in a country where you don’t know the language, don’t have any…

Day 100- Belgium

Hello there! For today I am taking over this blog. For the ones who wonder who ‘I’ is: I’m Niyati’s AFS-host-sister. Today is a special day: The 100th day in a foreign country, between people with a foreign language. So here’s my view on her stay so far. A shy girl, that was my first…

Day 40 – Getting lost

I feel a little lost these days. It’s like that feeling of numbness in chaos. I don’t know what to do when and I’m just floating there. School is way too long for my taste, it feels like it’s a never ending maze. I like to believe my classes are going well but more often…

Day 35- The time I had a Barabapapa

I don’t really know what to say these days. Words fail me. I haven’t been up to much lately. I went for an AFS activity on saturday and we played escape rooms in Mechelen, it was great, I actually really like the entire AFS team. I went for a party that night and it was…

Day 25- Belgium

How to survive being an exchange student in 5 simple steps: Month 1 (Easy version) (i) Immerse yourself in the language. Notice how listening to things you don’t understand all day gives you a slight headache in your left temple and all of a sudden you’re aware of how numb your body feels. Regret your…

Day 23- Belgium

Things that my inner voice has said to me the past few days on train rides in a foreign country I now call home; (i) I wonder why there is no universal language if all the emotions we try to convey are more often than not the same with just different strings of alphabets joined…

Belgium- What school here is like

Since I have realized that it isn’t possible for me to be posting everyday, I have decided to keep updating you all as and when possible. Lets start with school shall we? The ride to school is my least favorite part of the day, Belgium isn’t all plains the way I assumed, instead it is…