After a year of roaming islands in Thailand, hippy festivals in Australia, meditation in Nepal, Italian holidays and getting lost in Portugal, I finally found myself again. In Brussels, where it all started three years ago. Where friends are just a shout away and live music is the spoken language. Where neighbours are Greek, French, Spanish and Moroccan. Where grey Belgium shows its hidden colours.
I can't wait to introduce you to the doormat and washing machine in the hall. The boxes we emptied, the plants and our breakfast table. With a view. Brussels, you're a sight to behold.
Welcome home :)