Tomorrow starts a new year.

2010. The end of the naughties, the end of my life in Belgium, the end of my full-time studenthood, the end of living at the Duinenabdijstraat, the end of a lot of things. And yet, the end of 2010 has been the start of so much more. It was the year in which I started my life in Liverpool and though it might have had a bit of a rocky start, I am positive about the future. I am positive about 2011. The first decade of the new millenium has come to a beautiful close, with financial problems clearing up, friendships emerging from the ashes of my first attempts, a wonderful week spent with my family (much against my and probably everyone's expectations) and a promise of a great offset into the new year in the company of one of my dearest people on earth, my lovely cousin Delfien. And then, the new begins. A day or two left in the company of mom and Siem, a day spent with my old housemate, a day spent with my old improv group, a night spent in my favourite club. And then, onwards and upwards, back on the train, on my way to Liverpool. I start the year with some minor surgery which will make me less of a circusfreak (though no one will want to feel my head out of curiosity anymore), a signing on for money and occupance of time, a cinematic deviation and hopefully some dinner with my closest friends. I have so much to look forward to and even to be thankful for, despite the bumps and craters in the road that I have come. A new year, a new start, a new hope. I really should watch the entire Star Wars cycle. New Year's Resolution no.1.