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So, I am in Belgium, and the hardest thing to get used to is the keyboards.  Then it is the gay-dar adjustment.  (I do not know how to work the appostrophe, so this will sound very formal)

I speak prematurely, but the most difficult part is waiting in the airport before that first flight.  I felt like I was going to be sick, but then my English teacher, Ms Moraine, called, and I forgot about my nerves.  I sat next to a hot guy on the plane, and I figured it was a good sign.

I was stressed and nervous until I landed in Amsterdam, then an unearthly peace settled over me, like I had left all my problems and worries behind.  In fact, I had left all my problems and worries behind.  It was a good feeling.

I landed, collected both of my bags, and was greeted by a small crowd, who all kissed me and welcomed me to Belgium.  My host sister then left (via airplane)  to visit a friend, and my host mom Anne took me home. 

Tournai is beautiful.  The weather is cool and stormy right now, but I like it.  My new home is lovely, made of grey stone, and has a pool, tall ceilings, and my own bathroom.  There are 73 stairs up to my room at the top of the house. 

I love Belgium.

I also wish my friends were here. I keep thinking of things to tell them (Mads, lets discuss the end of Limitless when I get back.  Steph and Zach, I ran into a Codex Alera fan on the second plane.)  but I cannot.  I need to make new friends for my new life, but I still slept in a shirt with their faces on the front.

For the first time in a long time, I am perfectly at peace with the world.  I am not worried about learning French or stressed about school.  It is a very nice feeling.  I never want to leave. 

Tomorrow, we are going to Paris. 

Until next time,

Greta