Well here’s an update for the two or three people who still read this thing:
I was all set for my flight out of Belgium on Monday… knew there was going to be a huge government strike but FOOLISHLY thought I might still be fine since my flight was with Quatar airways who are not affiliated with the Belgian government.
WRONG. The airport in Brussels is completely closed today.
So I had to grab a bus to Paris yesterday because that was the only place where I could get a different flight to Quatar.
So I just woke up in a VERY fancy hotel next to the airport. At first I was sort of angry that I had to spend all this money on getting to Paris and a hotel room… but sometimes it is nice to do the luxury thing for a night. It’s also good for me to have to let go of money sometimes, because I am so miserly in general. And somehow I’ve managed to meet a few nice people…
Dude from Mozambique on the train studying to be a doctor. I asked him if he liked Paris and he’s like, well….. Then he showed me a video of the beach in his country and I’m just “you poor poor man…” He said people in Paris aren’t very friendly. Well yeah. Stereotype confirmed. They’re not friendly unless they aren’t from Paris, or unless they’re trying to hit on you, or sell you something.
Also met a dude from Bangladesh at breakfast, because I’m wearing my only Indian dress and he wanted to know why. I guess a kurta isn’t a very common thing for a white girl to wear. He has the same first name as my Bangladeshi friend in Fargo (are they all named Rahman or…?)
SO! I will post pictures from the Brussels Christmas Market as soon as I get a little break from my Delhi family and access to a computer.
Sometimes I just want to run away away away… I wish I could make a decision based on my own wishes instead of having to worry about other people. I’ve always been responsible for myself. Why do other people need me to take care of them too?
I feel so aimless. A long distance relationship is all of the worst parts of being single and none of the fun parts. I need him here to help me with things to talk me down from these ledges and he’s just not. Seeing him on monday but already thinking about all the time I’ll have to spend apart from him when I come back.
I am BAD at drama and I’m not very good at standing by my own decisions and wishes. When I do it apparently goes very badly. Because I’m not good at handling the anger of other people. Thank god for my closest friends who stick by me.
I hate feeling trapped.
The thing about being an adult is that there is so little to worry about short-term, and so much to worry about long-term.
Also, I danced Salsa at the nursing home yesterday. It was really fun. The old people were ridiculously happy. I’m glad I did it.
Leaving for Brussels in less than a week. Then India a week after that.
Feel funny. Hopefully seeing him makes everything better. But there’s still the small problem of getting him back to the U.S. aaaaand other things. Many other things.
Fargo is a place for stagnancy, once college is finished. Not moving, not growing. This place makes me so restless.