"You're moving where?" It was a common refrain when Andrew and I first found out that we were Belgium-bound. Most of our friends and family could find where Belgium was situated on a map of Europe, (although a couple of our more 'geographically challenged' friends were surprised by the result...
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"What is Belgian style," friends have asked me in the past and after some thought, I've come up with one word — individuality. Some of my fellow expats and Belgians may scoff at this statement. Sure, all of the chain fashion stores are here and there is a good number...
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To everyone in Belgium who doesn't like winter, I apologize for the snow and I take full responsibility for it. The snow is all my fault. I shouldn't have shot my mouth off about moving to a 'nicer' climate. But I really hate winter. I hate snow. I hate the...
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It seems just based on odds alone I could leave the town commune at least once without feeling like I've been beaten. The odds were still against me today. While what I feel like is downing a bottle of red, gorging on chocolate and hiding under my desk, I have...
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I shift awkwardly from one foot to another. I avoid eye contact. "I had a great time, thank you," I stammer. I never make the first move. Suddenly they lean in. "Oh no, which side are they going for," I ask myself, "and how many times?" It's the first kiss....
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