Moving cities, moving countries. Again. At least this time I’m home, kind of. Brussels is not like any other city. In this miniseries, I explore The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly sides of my now home. Starting with: The Good!
I didn’t even go to Sakhalin – Part 5
I didn’t travel to Sakhalin, and eye-balling current geopolitics, I never will. Turns out, it’s more difficult to get there than you might think, and if you still decide to try and get there, what you find might not be what you expected. Unless you read what I have to say.
I didn’t even go to Sakhalin – Part 4
This graduation is both an ending and a beginning. Years of study have amounted to this day. I wrote over one hundred pages, rewrote every sentence in my text, and stayed up late for weeks. Then why is our guest of honour missing?
I didn’t even go to Sakhalin – Part 3
A contemplation on the difficulties of starting and finishing a project as large as a Master’s Thesis, and my inability to decide when such a text is ready for judgement by my professors.
I didn’t even go to Sakhalin – Part 2
Arriving in Tokyo was daunting. I was in a foreign land, didn’t speak the language well, and soon my classes would start. Everyone in suits, speaking a kind of formal Japanese that I was not used to. Little did I know just how unnecessary my doubts and nerves would turn out to be. Little did I know just how welcome I would feel.
I didn’t even go to Sakhalin – Part 1
Two years spent writing my thesis, coming up with ideas in Belgium, gathering sources in Japan, and writing most of the text in The Netherlands and Italy. Now that it’s done, what do I do next?
Conquering Thieves Have Nice Gardens
After having studied in Italy, Belgium, Sweden, and The Netherlands, Indi has grown into a passionate Europhile. However, there is one country that cannot escape her scorn. Every time we talk about England, she cannot help condemning the betrayal of Brexit.
Am I Belgian?
In between writing my Master Thesis and trying not to disappoint my Internship supervisor, I took the liberty (and three days) to show Indi a bit of Belgium. Not exactly for her benefit mind you. But because an old friend asked me what being Belgian means to me.
Racing Diagonally through France
Some have said I rush around too much. That I don’t go on holidays but on races. Others have said that I should slow down, and relax a bit more. Let them talk. Three days is all I need to travel through all of France!
Not invited to London
While I scour Wikipedia for interesting ‘did-you-knows’, Indi has been busy building a robust social network. That means she gets invited to London, and I don’t.