This is actually the only photo I took yesterday - sorry Josh.
If pathetic fallacy was a thing; then this morning would
have been it. Grey and cold and raining.
Absolutely miserable. But I’m not
going to talk about how I feel about leaving, because I promised Lizzy this
wouldn’t be a sad post. Also because I think I might have had too little sleep
and/or food to properly process any emotions right now.
Sat in the café at Gare du Midi, there were a group of
British people next to me with a television camera. This is the best networking
opportunity I’ve had in the past 10 months (and I kind of just want to know
what they’re doing), but considering I just spent the tram journey letting
people clamber over my bags because I literally didn’t care if they
accidentally hit me in the face, now probably isn’t my best time.
So let’s think about why it’s good that I’m leaving.
Ignoring the fact that I have to leave because I no longer have a room to rent
or a job, I have to leave because I should and I need to. This year has been amazing, everyone has been
amazing, and I’m incredibly sad to be leaving it behind. Nevertheless, I’m
never going to do anything else if I don’t leave, I won’t have a degree for
starters so unless I want to spend my life as a perpetually unpaid intern, I’ll
probably want to get that.
I’m certainly never going to write better if I don’t
experience change; eventually I’d just run out of things to say. The most
exciting stories I’ll have will be of my journeys to and from Brussels to home,
and quite frankly, if I keep doing journeys like this, I will be lucky if I
don’t lose the ability to use my arms altogether.
Also last night was amazing, and so much fun, and I'm going to miss everyone in Brussels a lot.
That's the closest we're getting to a sad post, I promise.
xx
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