Well, I hardly learned any French at all this semester, but at least I learned how to say ‘thank you.’
I leave tomorrow morning to make the long journey back to Fayetteville.
My room is in shambles as I try to pack, and I’m trying not to think about seeing my mom’s face for fear I’ll start the waterworks now. I’m also trying not to think about leaving Brussels for fear I’ll start the waterworks now. So essentially, I’m just not going to think about anything for the next 24 hours. Except this blog post. And maybe packing.
I am constantly amazed at how quickly time goes. Part of me feels like I have always been in Brussels, the other as though I’ve just arrived. To say this season has been the most trying and gratifying of my life would be an understatement, possibly. I think I’m ready to leave, but I’m not yet ready to say goodbye.
So, here are some of my favorite snapshots from my time in and around Brussels. Consider it an ode to Belgium and the people in it who have made this experience so incredible.
I have to say a special thanks to FTbrussels, Serve the City and The Well — who were my supporters and my family this semester. Brussels may be a transient city, but goodness is it full of wonderful people. This city and all of you in it have made me better, so thank you. I’m not going to say goodbye, because I have a feeling there will be a season ahead where we all meet again. So, merci beaucoup! Until we meet again.
“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!”
— J.R.R Tolkien, The Hobbit