I didn't sleep at all that night, as I kept imagining people breaking in. I left at 5am for my trip to Chicago, then off to Brussels. I had a huge layover in Dublin. I was so upset about everything that I just wanted to sulk and feel sorry for myself, but as soon as we landed I realized that 11 hours is a very LONG time with nothing to do. So I found the bus into Dublin and wandered around the city for a few hours. It was really nice and calming, and also freaking freezing. I found some shop called Penney's and bought some super cheap legwarmers. I was back at the airport by 1pm and my flight wasn't until 6. Remind me to not do the long layover thing again, unless I have a comfy bed stashed somewhere?
Brussels was nuts. Nonstop action, working intensely all day, then running around in the dark in an unfamiliar city visiting apartments. I barely ate for a couple of days. On Friday we had a big work feast to celebrate St. Nicolas/Sinterklass and I had to keep myself from eating everything on the table. I think I had three desserts. For a few days I stayed at a punk house (friends of a friend) which was freezing but cool because I had my own room and bath. Everyone was so damn nice to me, I couldn't stop thanking them. I drank some good beers, and on Saturday I went to a show where half of Strasbourg was in attendance as audience or performer. It was as if I had never left Europe only easier, because now i actually understand everything my friends are saying.
I found an apartment, in Etterbeek. As soon as I saw the neighborhood I knew I wanted to live there. Very bourgois but also convenient- train, tram, grocery, boulangerie, park, shops, everything within a 10 minute walk. I think Francois will be happy here. I will too.
So now I am working from home and its intense. I gotta get back to that, btw. I'll try to come up for air more often.