I haven't really had time to sit down and write about this before so this is a few days late. But, on Saturday I took a spontaneous trip to Belgium. Except for the return journey this trip was nice as heck. Belgium is always a lovely place to visit and Gent was not an exception, especially not when you get to meet your friends! We went up the Belfort and visited the city museum, and of course wandered the paved streets and just hung out. I don't think I've ever done anything as spontaneous as that. I barely go to other cities on my own, let alone other countries, and never without any real planning. But I think doing it was really great for me right now.
Homesickness is really kicking in now, one month in. I realise how much I'm missing at home and I want to be there with family. (It especially hurts missing my Thai bestie Tiny Tan in Sweden, because who knows when she might be back... and everybody else too, can't wait until March when I go back and see you all!) At the same time of course I wanna be here, experiencing amazing things most all the time. But it's weird being so secluded and not being able to just hang with family or friends. It takes a toll being in a new place, trying to find how you fit in. It's weird not being able to just get home in an hour or know that if you need them family and friends can come to you. It was lovely meeting some wellknown faces in Belgium though, just relaxing and having fun. I really needed that day or two to breathe. So thank you for having me and showing me around!
About the trip back to Canterbury... the bus left at 11 in the evening and arrived in Dover at 5 in the morning (with the 1 hour time difference that makes it 7 hours on a bus). Between that we got caught in a storm at Calais and had to wait for the ferry for about two hours. Delightful. When I finally got back I found a taxi outside of the ferry terminal and tried to convey to the driver that I needed to get to Canterbury, while not having slept for ages and being really confused and my throat messing up and basically not being able to talk... he probably thought I was really weird. But I finally did get home and he was nice. Apparently he's going to Sweden for holiday in a week. Take me with you, taxi driver. Please.