Belgium: the follow-up

According to my housemate this is now the wrong blog to post on, as I am actually in Belgium. Which makes quite a valid point, were it not that I do like to write about being here and that I desperately need some new posts. So, Belgium.
I have been very busy meeting people and catching up with them, so busy even that I have never once succeeded in checking all my blogs in one day. And that says a lot. Anyway, I arrived late on Tuesday night, stuffed some fries down my mouth and went to bed. On Monday, lunch with the housemates was lined up, followed by a social call with two others, dinner with Preparee, followed by training and Reynaert. Wednesday was of much of the same stramine, involving some shopping for contacts (those are SO expensive!), lunch with Katrien, coffee with Bee, dinner with Hannelore and Birgit, watching Kick-Ass (such a weird film) and drinking with the housemates. Early night, which was good (some catching up with Liverpool was prone). And today, well, today is busy again. Lunch in twenty minutes, then drinks at 5 and dinner at 7. Should probably find something to do inbetween. Or someone, but that sounds rather rude. More impressions later, when I do not need to get cleaned up and dressed in less than fifteen minutes.

A night's travels

I ended up stuck in Lille and in Brussels (not at the same time, as these are in two separate countries), calling friends but not having any salvation, crying my eyes out in despair, almost ordering a taxi with three other strangers for the humane price of 16 euros each, considering playing out different taxi drivers against each other, until all of a sudden the train to Leuven flashed up on the announcement screen and I ran up the stairs, accompagnied by ecstatic bouts of laughter, spent a train journey discussing Belgian politics in English with a Wallon software engineer who wanted to practice his English and has a vintage online clothing shop and finally arriving at my old dorm at one o'clock in the morning, where three of my old hallmates welcomed me, before setting out for a bit of true Belgian fried food and a nightly stroll, followed by a solid night's rest and a wake-up to Belgian morning.

Belgium

I want to go home, now. At the moment, so many things are on my mind, of which money is, as always, the biggest issue, and all I wanted to do is go home and relax. And what do I get in my inbox today? An email from Eurostar saying that my train home has been cancelled. If I'm lucky, I'll be stranded in Lille (France) on Monday night and then maybe one of my friends will come pick me up, if I'm not, however, I will be spending the night at Euston station. I am not happy, at all, right now. I am so stressed and just had such a bad day today, where everything that could go wrong went wrong, that I just want to cry and sleep and not wake up til I have heaps of money and everything goes well for me in this world.
Belgium was supposed to be amazing, a breath of fresh air, a week of unforgettable memories, and this has just made it a stressful event which I wish I could just skip. Or better even, not just a trip, but an actual coming home. I am so tired of not having money, of not knowing where my next meal is coming from, how to pay next month's rent. I just want one stroke of good luck. That's all. And what do I get? A cancelled start to my trip.

Time for bed. Time for sleep. Time for tears.

Quickie

I have been so very busy the last week that I simply haven't had time to check my emails, let alone write a blogpost. I have been having heaps of fun and am very happy, but I am also ridiculously tired and ill. I have caught Fresher's Flu and am suffering from it, to such a degree even that I will not be able to go to class tomorrow, no matter how badly I want to. It'll be a day of staying in as much as possible, sleeping in, cleaning my room, calling some people and trying to get some money matters sorted. And then frisbee at night, of course.
But, I am happy, and that is what counts. Speak to you all soon.

Oh, yes, before I forget: I dropped Latin. Well, I didn't exactly drop it, I just dropped going to class. Why? Because I had six years of Latin in secondary school and it turns out that that is useful after all. It's strange how quickly it all comes back to you. Easy pass? I think so!