Jet lag

Grey skies, summer toasted skins, jet lag and whatever is left of the summer. Back in Brussels. Sleeping a lot, trying to get into the rhythm again. 37. Gym and French lessons to come again. Exhausted with a long list of to do things by the end of the year at work. This country of strange people (including myself). For now wondering where am I and which way this life is going other than just by chasing the next year.