Sometimes your dreams are just killed. Cruelly or after slow and long process they just wanish into pure air... It's not alway painful though.

A new adventure has just started... Maybe it sounds a bit pathetic but it's true. I'm back home, facing new challenges but I'm motivated, ambitious and enthusiastic. The good thing that I didn't really have time for self-pity or missing anything since I arrived back on Sunday and Monday I started school.

There are comings and goings in everyone's life. There are times of arriving and times of leaving and the time between sometimes seem incredibly snel (fast), dreamlike and unreal. On the sunny day of our house party I went to het Bosje (nice park in Oostende) to sit on the same bench I used to sit last autumn after my arrival, painting, wondering about the many changes in my life. It was strangly familiar ambiance.
And on Monday I met Talita, the new volunteer of mu-zee-um. She's really different from me but she's really nice and I really hope she'll have great time, like the work, find a lot of wonderful friends and a second home in Belgium as I did.

So, when I think I finally learnt this weird language (joking, joking, Nederlands is de mooiste tal van de wereld!:), found my way of interacting with children (actually by really being like one of them) decorated onze toilet into een echte piece of art (gratis ingang:), got to know more people than at home, made great friends, had a lot of crazy adventures, call Oostende en Brugge "home", have a kind of second family and and and... So after all these great things I m leaving Belgium with most of my earthly belongings (with a less fancy expression with my f**ing heavy baggage filled with garbage - rhyme again:), my head full and empty (again:P) and feeling kind of ready for the changes.