The persons that we are

With our own skin, dragging all our dramas, all the stuff that we learned as kids and beyond. All our fears, all the things that can make us happy. All the stuff that will give us nightmares. All the things that make us uncomfortable or afraid. Who we are and our complexity.That is what we intend the loved one to understand and love. Not an easy task, not an easy one...

Here

It's still being difficult. Even when a couple of things got better, I still have the impression that things are difficult here. I miss him and I miss the peace of our life together. At the very same time I feel like I can help somehow here and still, everything becomes difficult to handle. I visit people, I talk to my family on a rush and at the end, I can't meet all the people that I would want to, quite often simply because I'm tired and holidays for me really happen while I work in Belgium.

I see my city as a huge chaotic place… traffic, holes in every single street and the feeling that things just can't get better and that hurts. The idea about this place that I travel with is just unrealistic and that also hurts. Other than a few small areas, the city is an ugly monster that only gets older.