I was so
happy to be stepping on that train this morning. I was going to visit one of my
favorite cities and some of my favorite people. But the Antwerp I had left didn’t
seem to be there anymore. With my vision no
longer blurred by stress and anxiety, the place I arrived at had changed
drastically.
The streets
I rushed through countless times with my headphones in, music blaring, on my way
to a little studio I had started to call home suddenly called for all my
attention. All of a sudden there were shops I never cared to notice before and
statues of people long gone that never caught my eye. It almost felt like I was
on vacation trying to take in and remember as much of it as I possibly could
before having to leave it behind in this strange place in the past you can only
place by looking at
pictures or pointing it out on a map.
I’m on my
way home now, I guess. And as the train takes me away from the place I spend
the last two years of my life, I begin to realize just how much I am going to miss
this place and the people in it.
