7

I have been so distracted or relaxed or lazy or something. Last week I realised it has been over 7 years by now. Time just won't stop.

I remember clearly how, in my mind, this country was a two years plan. I remember going to Mexico and thinking that Brussels was just a provisional thing. I remember seeing myself living somewhere else. I remember having troubles calling the studio "home".

Now, after more than 2555 days / 84 months, things in my mind have changed quite a bit. I feel comfortable here. I don't care about the bad weather. I find peace and I have a home and a family.

Who would have say, right?