After 2 years and counting, I am leaving Brussels.
Like, leaving leaving.
I still have troubles grasping it. I'm waiting for the panic to settle in my lower belly, but so far so good. Nothing has been amiss. I'll admit I spent a lot the past few weeks avoiding stuff. I built these walls around me, and hey!, they worked great for a while. I am also happy that even considering this, I still managed to arrange everything (shipping, docs, house and all.).
It was all painful to let go.
At one point I thought that maybe I might have overreacted. Maybe this is a mistake. But on the other hand, how many more years should I invest in things I don't like doing? Forever? Apparently, this is a to-go motto. But I want to break free of this pattern that is slowly but surely eating me alive.
Like, leaving leaving.
I still have troubles grasping it. I'm waiting for the panic to settle in my lower belly, but so far so good. Nothing has been amiss. I'll admit I spent a lot the past few weeks avoiding stuff. I built these walls around me, and hey!, they worked great for a while. I am also happy that even considering this, I still managed to arrange everything (shipping, docs, house and all.).
It was all painful to let go.
At one point I thought that maybe I might have overreacted. Maybe this is a mistake. But on the other hand, how many more years should I invest in things I don't like doing? Forever? Apparently, this is a to-go motto. But I want to break free of this pattern that is slowly but surely eating me alive.
