- I don’t want to live long. I want a short but adventurous life.
- When I study for my exams I suddenly believe in horoscopes.
- And in organic pills that help me focus.
- My life’s on hold till the end of June #exams (26th of June to be precise).
- I have friends I’ll probably know for the rest of my life. Already quite sure of that.
- When do you know you’re in a relationship? When you stop kissing other people? Oh wait, I should probably just ask the other person. Oh wait, not ready. Almost there though.
- My nails grow fast.
- My vibrator is so f*cking good.
- Once I went to a psychologist right before my exams and she said ‘don’t worry everybody’s a procrastinator’. That’s when I stopped feeling bad about it.
- My sisters are great.
- I have 10 euros. I need to earn money. Oh wait, first I have to pass my exams.
1. Yes, Sinterklaas is racist (shoutout to my ex-boyfriend for pointing that one out to me). I feel like the show ‘Dear White People’ explains pretty well why.
2. Equality is having one word for a job practised by different sexes.
3. No, not everybody studies only the people I know.
4. How little high school taught me about Belgium’s colonial past even though it is such a huge part of our history (and so important if we want to make people aware of inequality).
5. How ‘fast’ I redefined ‘true love’ or love in general.
6. No, not everybody travels as much as I do, just the people that surround me.
8. How bad men are at making women come on a one-night-stand (known that for quite a while actually). Also, how little they try. Selfish bastards. #nohate
9. I rediscovered Ben & Jerry’s and fell in love all over again. I mean, it’s sort of a revelation.
10. Being a student is great except for the times when you actually have to get shit done.
11. Every sport I have ever done has always been recreational, never competitive. After 20 years of skiing I remain average haha.
12. A relationship scares the shit out of me. Am I really ready for that? On the other hand, after my first heartbreak I realized you eventually get over it so I might as well risk my heart again!
Onlangs ontdekte ik een leuk winkeltje dichtbij mijn faculteit. Ik had het al een paar keer gespot, maar nog nooit was ik binnengegaan. Toen ik zocht naar een leuk cadeautje voor een goeie vriendin dacht ik ‘laten we de stap wagen en eens een nieuwe winkel ontdekken’. Nog iemand die eigenlijk een beetje stress heeft als je een nieuwe winkel binnenstapt? Stress is misschien een groot woord, maar toch zo dat gekriebel van wat zal ik hier ontdekken. Lol, ik klink hier precies gelijk een seutje. Ahja, ik vind duidelijk geluk in de kleine dingen haha. Dus toen ging ik de ‘yay’ binnen.
Yay verkoopt leuke party goods en cadeautjes. Alles ‘blinkt’ er waardoor je op het eerste gezicht alles wil kopen. Ze verkopen er ballonnen tot piñatas tot leuke cupcake kits! Ben je niet van Gent of niet vaak in Gent? Yay heeft ook een winkel in Antwerpen of je kan online shoppen. Voor mijn vriendin kocht ik de leuke vlaggetjes uit stof als decoratie voor op haar kot. Ik gaf wat kleine knijpertjes van de Ava erbij zodat we er polaroids aan konden hangen. Wat we niet hebben gedaan want ik was mijn polaroid vergeten en kon dus geen foto’s nemen. Oeps. Het is het idee dat telt hé.
Als ik ‘s middags honger krijg ga ik soms naar de Aula. Ik eet eigenlijk de hele dag door, maar ik bedoel als snelle lunch raad ik de broodjes aan van de Aula. Ella leerde mij de gerookte beenhamsalade (ofzoiets) kennen! Heerrrrrlijk. Wel alleen maar voor dagen wanneer ik wat overschot heb op mijn studentenbudget want de broodjes zijn duur (ik denk dat ik vorige week 4,50 euro heb betaald). Zeker als je het vergelijkt met de prijzen van de UGent voor een broodje. Wel ja, alles is duur in vergelijking met de prijzen van het studentenresto.
Paard van Troje en Take Five zijn leuke koffieplekjes. Ik geef misschien eerder de voorkeur aan het Paard van Troje want als je boven zit in de Take Five galmt het. Eenmaal binnen bestel ik altijd een chocomelk (want ik drink geen koffie en nee, ik wil het niet leren drinken). Het Paard van Troje is trouwens ook een leuke boekenwinkel. Soms zou ik wel een stuk taart bij mijn chocomelk durven eten. Durver dat ik ben. Hoewel ik je zou aanraden naar Julie’s House te gaan als je een yummie stuk taart of cupcake wilt eten. Dat zijn pas caloriebommen en als je er een hebt gegeten vult het je maag net zoals een (heel ongezonde) avondmaal. #student
Bal infernal op de vrijdagsmarkt is ook een gezellig plekje. Je kan er een boek uit de rekken halen en lezen of vragen achter gezelschapspelletjes. Ik leer er soms overdag zodat ik eens wat anders zie dan de muren van de bibliotheek.
‘s Avonds wat gaan drinken met friends doe ik duuuuh ook graag. (En ik vraag mij dan af waarom ik niet toekom met mijn wekelijks budget …) Op dit moment vind ik de Alchemist het leukst. Een leuke, relaxte sfeer, je kijkt op het eerste verdiep uit op het Gravensteen. Waarom zeg ik dat; het uitzicht is echt niet zo mooi. Ik bedoel gewoon dat het echt gezellig zitten is. Misschien ook wel de plek bij uitstek voor een eerste date? Mocht je eens wat nieuws willen proberen dat niet het Spijker is. Bal infernal is in de avond in ieder geval ook een aanrader! Ik heb ze alle drie al eens uitgetest op eerste dates haha …
Ben ik de enige die vindt dat het Spijker een écht date-café is? Je moet er eens op letten als je iets gaat drinken daar. Couples everywhere.
Je kan natuurlijk ook een avondwandeling maken langs het kanaal want dat kost helemaal niets hihi. En in de zomer kan je langs de graslei zitten met wat vrienden en een flesje rosé, witte wijn of, oké, fruitsap.
Als iemand nog leuke plekjes kent, let me know in the comments below!
Oké, mijn ‘eerste januari’ begint dan maar op 19 februari. Onder het motto beter laat dan nooit, steek ik mijn blog in een nieuw jasje én in een nieuwe taal. Na 3 jaar sporadisch actief zijn op deze blog, wil ik het eens met plezier grondig doen. Waarom nu? Ahja, zoals met de rest; je hebt er zin in en dan doe je het lekker maar. Oké, stiekem denk ik ook wel aan mijn journalistieke toekomst.
Voor diegene die mij nog niet kennen:
Ik ben B****. Hoewel iedereen waarschijnlijk al weet wie ik ben, wil ik deze keer wat meer anonimiteit bewaren. Eens zien hoe hard dit mij zal lukken in deze digitale tijd. Oké, verdergaan. Ik begon deze blog september 2015. Het moment waarop ik vertrok naar Toronto, Canada in mijn derde bachelor. Onder ons gezegd en gezwegen: dé beste tijd van mijn leven. Ik studeerde er een semester Professional Communication aan Ryerson University. Ja hallo, ik word helemaal warm vanbinnen als ik eraan terugdenk. Tijden …
Ik schreef toen in het Engels omdat … Ik weet het eigenlijk niet. Om mijn Engels te oefenen? Waarschijnlijk, en omdat ik heel wat nieuwe internationale vrienden had gemaakt. Zo bleef ik maar in het Engels schrijven gedurende drie jaar lang. Ik wil het Engelstalige gedeelte ook nu niet uitsluiten. Momenteel volg ik Spaans ter voorbereiding op mijn Erasmus 2019 in Madrid. Dus, wie weet, post ik wel eens in het Spaans!
De eerste uitwisseling was meteen ook de aanzet voor meerdere avonturen. Ik studeerde af in januari 2017 aan Artevelde. Ja lap, wat doe ik nu? Verder studeren? Werken? Maar … wat wil ik? Het ideale moment om er even tussenuit te knijpen en door Azië te backpacken. Helemaal alleen. Gedurende twee maanden trok ik met mijn rugzak door Myanmar, Thailand en Maleisië. Een hele ervaring, en ik doe het zo opnieuw. Misschien wel wanneer ik opnieuw afstudeer, maar dan door Zuid-Amerika.
Ik kwam eventjes op adem in België voor een maand (en ook om geld te verdienen). Daarna vertrok ik opnieuw richting Canada. Tja, waarom vraag je je af? Ik had een Canadees vriendje. Ja, ik had, want een LAT-relatie op 20-jarige leeftijd is een hele commitment. Zo verbleef ik daar opnieuw 3 maanden en maakte ik een tripje naar het walhalla voor shoppen, New York.
Voor de rest, studeer ik Journalistiek aan de Universiteit Gent en vertoef ik dus in het mooie Gent. Een stad naar min erte. Iemand merkte onlangs op dat ik ‘al lang’ studeer. Ik weet niet zo goed wat die persoon onder lang verstaat, maar misschien inderdaad, lang want ik sta niet te springen om in het werkleven te stappen! Ik twijfel zelfs over een ma-na-ma. Nu ja, ik weet niet of de mama en papa daar zo blij mee zullen zijn. Op intellectuele groei staat geen prijs?
Zoals mijn vorige blogposts zullen deze posts ook gaan over ‘t leven van een drieëntwintigjarige single, maar dan in het Nederlands. Of Engels. Of Spaans.
(if you’re under 16, you’re reading this at your own risk)
Tonight I woke up around 4 am. Other nights I refuse to look at the time but it’s always about and around the same time.
School started a month ago. I study in Ghent and as I love the beautiful city on itself, lots has changed from when I started studying.
About 4 years ago, I loved the then so called freedom. Going out every week, eating chips for dinner, not doing much for school during the week and that without my parents complaining every step of the way. Heaven.
Except for when exams come up, that’s when my parents catch up with complaining.
Never thought I’d say it but I miss home during the week. In Belgium most of us are in student housing from Monday to Friday and we go home for the weekend to drop off laundry … and see our family of course. I probably miss home more than usual cause I am going through a break up as well and I need more people around. Most of all I miss home cause I’ve been deprived of my sleep. Oewh just thinking about my bed at home makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Ok, so here’s my problem. My lovely neighbour lures girls from the famous ‘Overpoort’ to his room. His room is next to mine. I can tell you that every girl he brings over is a different girl. I’m not a 100 per cent sure cause I wasn’t able to do qualitative research but I was able to observe (without informed consent though).
Never the same girl/boy twice, right? How do I know? I can hear them say in the hallway ‘is this your room?’ – eum no, it’s my girlfriend’s. Couldn’t care less, but I do care cause I love love love sleep.
One of last weeks scenarios was them having sex (the bed squeaks and the walls are extremely thin), him or her stumbling out of bed – puking in the sink – only to resume what they’ve started.
You see where I’m going with this?
As I said before, I love my sleep a lot. I get grumpy and emotional when I’ve been deprived from it more than once a week. As a first year I would’ve never said anything. Though I can’t really say cause it’s never been this bad. Nonetheless I’m no first year anymore and I’m certainly not one to keep my mouth shut.
One night I knocked on his door, hit my neighbours’ wall, laughed my head off with my sister during the night (to make a point to my sexually active neighbour) and yelled in the hallway ‘put your mattress on the fucking ground’.
Another time I actually spoke to him saying I’m very happy he’s exploring sex so much but I prefer not to hear it and asked him nicely (this time) to put his mattress on the ground. His face all red. If he would only feel that ashamed to never have sex again at 4 am in the room next to me.
This week on the other hand my lovely neighbour took my advice to heart and put his mattress on the ground. It sounded more like he was moving around his room instead of taking his mattress off his bed at 4 am. In my opinion, he could’ve left the mattress on the bed since he still woke me up. But … this week they didn’t even like the bed cause the walls were literally shaking.
Most of all I hope they’re using a condom (the responsible adult that I am) and that the guy isn’t too selfish and not only takes but gives as well. As far as I could hear there wasn’t much to give.
I’m also wearing earplugs and I’m still hearing aaaaaall of this. I could just join them, I guess. I bet he wouldn’t mind but I’m not much of a threesome kind of girl.
So, what’s my point? That I wish the walls were better isolated, that I wish he wanted to save his first time for the night before his wedding (or is it after?) and most of all I wish he considered everyone on his floor + the person sleeping a floor under him.
Yes, Ghent changed for me. I no longer like the ‘Overpoort’ where disgusting guys grab your ass (or anything else for that matter) as if it is their right, I miss the spontaneity with friends and I miss the light-heartedness (and sometimes the ignorance) that was there when I was 18.
Yet Ghent still captivates me with its charm at night. The street lanterns that light up along the water when it gets dark, the lovely and cosy coffee places (for hot chocolates), the little book places, the cobblestone roads that hurt my butt while biking and most of all the anonymity the ‘big city’ guarantees you.
I started typing this at 4.08 am, now it’s 5.17 am. They fell asleep. I’m cautious though, cause they might pick up where they left off. I’ve had that before.
-It’s refreshing to bring back all those memories. I stored everything I did on my calendar so I could look back and know when I did what, but writing about it brings back feelings and even more memories …-
Arriving in Bangkok is a bit much. A friend of mine had told me that already but I choose to ignore it, only to regret it afterwards haha … though I did appreciate it more at the end of my trip.
As I told you in my previous blogpost, I wanted to get out of Bangkok as fast as I could. I thought Chiang Mai would be better, and in many ways it was. I needed quietness and I guess most of all nature.
I feel people romanticize backpacking. As much as there are benefits to it there’s also a downside. For example, arriving at 4 am in Chiang Mai at a random bus station after taking a night bus. There weren’t (a lot of) taxis around so I sat there again thinking ‘what am I supposed to do now?’. You rely on yourself during these trips, which is good. You trust your judgement more. You know what’s best for you.
I found a cab and shared it with 2 other travelers whose hostel was close to mine. Here’s another thing about Thailand, they’ll always try and get the most out of you. Sometimes you have the energy to bargain, and other times (like at 4 am in the morning after an 8 hour bus ride) you just go with it. I also suck at bargaining.
I didn’t stay at a good hostel. Mostly because there wasn’t a good communal space where you could meet people. If you decide to go to Chiang Mai, I would recommend Hug Hostel. The people I met in Bangkok stayed there and I hung out there too. That day I met up with Emma & Daniel and we decided to go to the Sticky Waterfalls in an attempt to escape another busy city.
We were thinking of scootering there but Daniel was the only one who could drive one. Emma was scared of driving one and I considered trying it. I was allowed a test ride … we ended up taking a ‘red truck’ for the afternoon to the ‘Waterfalls’.
A red truck operates as a shared taxi in Chiang Mai – picking up passengers along the road. You pay around 20 baht a ride within the same district. Sometimes you can rent them for the day for a higher price, of course.
I was happy being out of the city. Nature, water on my feet. Yup I needed it.
The second day I just walked around and visited some markets – which you end up visiting many times in Thailand. Temples and markets everywherrrree.
Still feeling anxious but less tense, I decided to move further North with the intention of finding some more peace of mind. SPOILER: I did.
- Stay longer in Chiang Mai than I did (I stayed 2 nights). I was just anxious because of Bangkok but there’s definitely more in Chiang Mai that you can visit. If you love temples, go visit them. I actually went back and spent an extra night before I crossed the border to Myanmar.
- Try and find a hostel with good communal spaces when you travel solo.
- RELAX, you’ll be fine. (I said that to myself a bunch of times that first week)
– The first thing I realized about myself arriving in Bangkok is how bad I am at making decisions. It took me over an hour to decide whether I was going to use public transit or a cab to get to my hostel. –
On the 26th of January I left Belgium and on the 27th of January I arrived in the morning in Bangkok. After that hour of debating how to get there, I took the Skytrain to the Yard Hostel.
The Yard Hostel is pretty good. Considering Bangkok is incredibly busy and warm, it’s nice to escape to a quiet place with a little garden to relax.
I had to wait before I could go in my room but in the meantime I was able to shower (which after a 16 hour flight makes everything better). There were some people sitting at the entrance of the hostel and I thought ‘ok, how am I going to approach them and ‘make friends”. I had to think of a strategy cause I am in Thailand, all by myself.
I took a chair and asked ‘can I join?’. So far my big strategy. Cause in fact you don’t need one for solo traveling. You’ll always meet people. ALWAYS … Even when you don’t want to meet people.
On that Friday I did almost nothing except for hang around the hostel, eat and in the evening the hostel arranged for us to get the best Pad Thai in Bangkok (Thip Samai) taking a famous TukTuk and after we would visit the Khoa San Road. I wish I could tell you more about the Khoa San Road but there isn’t more to say than it being a big, dirty, noisy party street with people selling scorpions on sticks – yikes. My first Pad Thai on the other hand was delicious! Was it my best? No, not really. There were a lot of places up North and South that sold streetfood Pad Thai just as good (and cheaper).
The next day I felt like I had to visit a lot. I could hear my dad’s voice saying ‘You HAVE TO visit everything you can’, giving me a lot of guilt if I wouldn’t have visited all of those ‘great things’. I can assure you at the end of my trip, I was fully capable of ignoring that voice.
I visited the Grand Palace with ‘my new friends’ who weren’t allowed to go in cause they weren’t wearing long pants (you need them to enter many temples/sacred places in Thailand + they’re comfortable).
So I went in by myself. Either you know or you don’t but the King of Thailand died in October 2016. Thai people have been remembering him for quite a while by putting up (younger) images of His Majesty, wearing black clothes and putting white/black ribbons along roads. I don’t think anyone would care as much about the Belgian King dying as they did in Thailand. Then again King Bhumibol Adulyadej was very loved by the people which the Belgian King isn’t. Anyway, because of that, some parts of the Grand Palace weren’t accessible. People wearing black were lining up to honor their King. That same day I visited the reclining Buddha (Wat Pho) as well .
In the afternoon I visited the Temple of Dawn (Wat Arut). To get to the Temple of Dawn you have to cross the Chao Phraya River by boat. Eum you know, the thing with temples is … that there are a MILLION of them everywhere in Asia. Hate to say it but once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all … Except for that time in Bagan, Myanmar that was pretty impressive.
The next morning we went to the Chatuchak market. It’s a big weekend market. I didn’t spend that much time there cause it was quite chaotic but apparently there’s a system (that I didn’t know of when I visited the place). The market is divided in sections and each section is part of a category:
- Clothing & Accessories (sections 2-6, 10-26)
- Handicrafts (sections 8-11)
- Ceramics (sections 11, 13, 15, 17, 19, 25)
- Furniture and Home Decoration (sections 1,3,4,7,8)
- Food and Beverage (sections 2, 3, 4, 23, 24, 26, 27)
- Plants and Gardening tools (sections 3, 4)
- Art and Gallery (section 7)
- Pets and Pet Accessories (sections 8, 9, 11, 13)
- Books (sections 1, 27)
- Antiques and Collectibles (sections 1, 26)
- Miscellaneous and Used Clothing (sections 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 22, 25, 26)
In the afternoon I visited the Jim Thompson House. Apparently Jim was an American spy who ‘retired’ in Bangkok, reviving the Thai silk industry. I’m not really into horoscopes but just enough to mention it in my blogpost anyway: according to his Chinese horoscope (he’s a horse), he had to be very careful at the age of 61. The same year he disappeared … WHERE IS JIM? Also, he had a lot of broken buddha statues in his house which in Thai culture is bad luck so maybe … it was Karma?
When I booked my hostel somewhere beginning of January I thought I wanted to relax in Bangkok after such a long flight so I booked 5 nights. You do NOT WANT 5 nights in Bangkok when you arrive. I repeat: YOU DO NOT WANT THAT. Bangkok is BUSY BUSY BUSY and HOT HOT HOT.
I stayed 2 nights instead, wanting to leave that busy city as soon as possible. I booked my night bus from Bangkok to Chiang Mai the same day I visited my good old friend Jim.
I remember freaking out so much. That very first week I was stressed. Stressed about missing my bus, thinking cab drivers would kidnap me, not meeting people, not having fun, not seeing enough … After Bangkok and Chiang Mai I found my flow though.
Honestly looking back, I’ve never ever trusted so many strangers as then. For me being a bit paranoid that’s something BIG haha.
I could tell you all about the beautiful places I’ve visited (which I will, just not as much) but let’s be honest when you go backpacking it’s about the journey, not the destination. (Cheers to clichés!!)
- The Yard Hostel is a really good hostel but ‘quite expensive’ in comparison to others. Breakfast is included, staff is very helpful, clean rooms and bathrooms.
- Always have long, light and baggy pants in your backpack (so you can pull them over your shorts). You can buy them easily in Thailand for 1,5 EUR.
- Do not stay longer than 2 to 3 nights in Bangkok when you arrive!
- Relax, it’s all about the journey.
I do what feels right. It led me to my exchange to Toronto and it was about to lead me to my backpacking trip.
Many of my friends would confirm that I like traveling. Then again, I surround myself with people who like discovering as well. Common ground. I guess I realized what exactly I like about traveling during and after my exchange to Toronto. For me it’s encountering different cultures, and with that come different perspectives and for myself a change in attitude and mindset. I like how it enriches my state of mind and my personal growth. It’s a bit addictive.
Looking back it wasn’t that much of a surprise that I wanted to travel again by myself. I won’t lie, I was s c a r e d of booking that ticket to Thailand. People make you scared of backpacking – alone – by yourself – as a woman. Even though I had experience in traveling alone, backpacking was different. It was also on a different continent. In Canada there was a sort of set up for me. I had a school surrounding. Even though you’re worried that you won’t meet people, you will during an exchange. You meet a ton of people. All those other exchange students are in the same boat and want to meet other people as well.
Traveling from one place to another by yourself through SEA is another story. It seems like you won’t have enough time to meet people cause you hop from one hostel to another. You’re afraid you’ll feel lonely or for that matter that you won’t meet any people cause you think you’ll be the only one traveling by yourself. On top of that, I’m a 22 year old woman and people were scared for my safety and so projecting their fears on me. In return it made me doubt my decision even more.
But, you know, I like a challenge even though it scares me so I booked that damn ticket to Thailand a month before I left. I didn’t really engage my parents. I did tell them I wanted to but I guess they thought I wouldn’t. Or maybe they thought I was going with friends. Anyways I didn’t really involve them cause I thought they’d talk me out of it. They were supportive but as every parent they were afraid for my safety.
The moment I arrived at the Yard Hostel (great hostel) in Bangkok I realized those fears were irrational. More on my next blogpost on how my first day went.
These last couple of months have been crazy. It feels like I’ve been here for only one month … I remember at the beginning thinking ‘oh wow, I still have another three months’. What a big fat lie, three months is n o t h i n g. It’s gone in a split second. It’s nothing in a human life. But for me it was, because those three months are one of my best memories and learning experiences ever.
One month before leaving Canada, I somehow was ready to go home. I had seen everything I wanted to see, learned a lot about who I am, how there are almost no limits but that we only impose them upon ourselves and how I was not at all openminded (though I thought I was). I accepted the fact there was an end to everything but being here, spending my last days it made me realize you’re never ready to say goodbye. I’ve cried a lot more thinking about leaving Canada than I have going to Canada. I keep thinking ‘let me stay a little longer, let me experience just a bit more, give me just a little more time.’ Alas, time has come. I have to close this chapter to start another. That’s life … I’m finishing up here to start again somewhere else carrying a luggage full of experience with me. I’m grateful for everything. I couldn’t have asked for more but yet here I am … wanting just a bit more time.
I had no idea where the hell I would end up. I just booked my flight, booked a hostel and I knew my school was called Ryerson University. For fuck’s sake, I even ordered the wrong tourist guide before I came here. I bought a West-Canada tourist guide and Toronto is East of Canada. (I know …)
People ask me why did you pick Canada? I have no idea, I probably chose the place to be as far away as possible from my parents. (I’m sorry mom and dad but you know I mean well) One of the things I’ve come to realize here is that my parents aren’t all knowing, they don’t always know better and they do make mistakes because well yeah they’re human. But I had a very hard time accepting that because as a child you see your parents as an example, they know better because they just know but I started to see that they do make mistakes – even in the small things – and I had such a hard time accepting that, that it made me angry. Angry towards them, how can they make these mistakes, aren’t they supposed to know better? Well no, because they’re just human like me.
My dad said he thought I was too young to do such an exchange. Well dad, I disagree and I think he might agree with me now. This has been my best experience so far and if you’re reading this and you’re doubting whether to go on an exchange, please don’t doubt. The world is far more bigger than your home country.
It’s funny how I’m also at the end and how I look around more when I walk the streets of Toronto, how I take in everything because I might not see it again (soon). Saying goodbye is really really hard but like Winnie the Pooh says: how lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
I wish I could describe more on what I’ve experienced but the best way to know is to do it yourself. I’m grateful that my mom and dad supported me in doing this and if you’re a mom or dad and you’re reading this, I honestly don’t think you can give your child a bigger gift than that (except for giving life).
So here I am, my last 2 days asking for just some more time but no, time has come. Leaving one chapter to head to another. Whatever lays in front of me, I’m heading your way. Be prepared.
This has been one hell of a journey and I can’t emphasize it enough. I have cried, laughed, experienced, loved and now I’m leaving. What I’ve learned is that I will always return home but I’ll never stay. I cannot wait for another journey to head my way. Cheers to those who wander but aren’t lost.
It’s funny, I kept the most touristic thing to do in Toronto for last. Last weekend I went high up the CN Tower. We decided to go full out so we did the fancy dinner too. When Felix, Marianne, Jack & Jack, Dale and I arrived, we couldn’t see anything because of the fog. We entered when they told us there was zero visibility. So, we wouldn’t be able to get a nice view because of the fog but either way we booked so we went up. They weren’t lying, we couldn’t see anything.
It reminded me of that time in Italy. I climbed the Vesuvius but I couldn’t see anything either because of the fog. That aside, we stayed, we laughed, we chatted when suddenly the sky cleared up. We started to see more and more … I think we stayed there for almost 4 hours.
That’s how foggy it was when we arrived. For a second I thought we were going to cancel but I’m glad we didn’t because the view was breathtaking …
I really love Canada because they’re in the Christmas mood so early. They already had a Christmas menu so that’s what I took. I drank a little too much the night before so my stomach couldn’t really handle a glass of wine but for dessert there is ALWAYS room. It’s a fact, I’ll be able to float back to Belgium because of how much I ate here (Who cares, I got to eat a moelleux au chocolat).
This picture is actually more or less a fail haha. In the CN Tower there is glass on which you can stand and look down. We wanted to have a picture of us sitting on the glass while also showing people how high up we are but well yeah as you can see …
It was really breathtaking and I had a sad moment too. My sister texted me asking me whether I already started packing. It made me sad. I don’t want to pack, I don’t want to go back home? I’ve made friends here, started a life from scratch here. It’s crazy when you to think about. Leaving that life behind. I will see my friends I’ve made here again but we’ll never be here again in Toronto all together, going to Lou Dawgs or the Gaslight … I’m trying my best to not be sad considering these are my last days but it’s quite hard 🙂 .
While I was looking at this breathtaking view, I just realized I’d never see it again. Or at least not in the near future. What I’ve experienced here, not many will understand. Nonetheless it has changed me and I couldn’t have asked for more. Thank you.
Credits to Felix for the pictures.