I am never going home

And by 'home', I mean Iowa.  I love Belgium.  I want to go to college here. I want to buy a house with other exchange students and live here forever.  When I hear love songs on the radio, I think of Belgium...

So, a little about my life here before I get carried away.  Last Wednesday, I went to a city called Louvain-La-Neuve.   It's a place with 98 percent college students and 2 percent professors.  Everyone lives in crapy apartments and it's super cool.  Wednesday the celebration 24 heure Velo, when there are bikes going around on the bike track for twenty four hours.  And they weren't just normal bikes, but tricked-out bikes that looked more like parade floats than something you'd want to take on RAGBRAI.

Yeah, that was cool, except the part when I missed my train because I was looking for the other girl who was supposed to be on the same train and a little bit of cell phone confusion.

Friday, I had a halloween party, and I'd like to thank the Brazilians for taking over the music.  It was awesome, and, even though halloween isn't really a big deal here, I had lots of friends who came in costume.  After that, I went out on town with some of the coolest people in the world (my exchange friends) and we had a blast.  I love meeting new people when I go out, and Friday night, we go really lucky.

Right now, I'm staying with my future second home.  My sister is in my class at school, and my future mom is great.  They like cats, horses, and singing.  That's kinda like the story of my life.  They have a kitten names Mushu, like the dragon from Mulan, and, if you know me at all, you'll know that Mulan is kinda like my hero.  And then we had chocolate for breakfast.  I think I'm going to really like it here. :)

Yeah, so, life is good.  I'm happy.  I feel really sorry for my real family, because I'm planning on seeing them like once a year for the rest of my life.  But I love Belgium, and I love who I am here--more wild, less judgmental, and not exactly fearless, but a whole lot less afraid to make mistakes.  And so, give me three reasons to come back and maybe I'll visit for Christmases.

Also, I love French. I mean, I still love English a lot, but sometimes, I'll be thinking of a poem, and I use the two languages, and than I'm like 'crap.' French is just so much more beautiful, and the books in French are deeper and more philosophical, and...it's just really nice.

I love Belgium.

:)