Over three years ago, I packed up my suitcases and hauled the majority of my worldly goods — which consisted mostly of clothes — across the ocean to Belgium. I found myself in a country where I didn’t speak any of the three — THREE — official languages (talk about developing an inferiority complex) and where I was a very expensive and long flight away from family and friends. Needless to say, it was a major transition.
Fast-forward to today. I’ve recently completed my masters degree, have settled into a lovely apartment with the Belgian bloke who inspired my move, and have been (struggling to) learn Dutch. Apparently, I am finally settling in to my life as an expat.
However, I still think I’m in a transitional period of my life: my boyfriend and I are transitioning from rented flat to grown-up apartment; my wardrobe is transforming from shabby college-student chic to something a bit more professional (yet budget-friendly); and I’m (hopefully) starting to transform from novice chef to world-class culinary expert (this might be a stretch). Needless to say, I want to use this blog to capture these different journeys (and reflect on the ones that have passed).
So please bear with me and try to enjoy the ride :)