I was born in Belgium. I’ve spent most of my life so far in Belgium. Going to school, drinking, laughing, doing stupid things with my friends and laughing some more afterwards. Dancing, performing silly acts at my family’s annual Christmas talent show and every now and then crying. Mostly about stupid little things (often hormonally induced).
As a result most of my family and friends live in Belgium (there are a few dearly loved exceptions). A perfectly ordinary situation, I know, but it can be a little bit of a problem sometimes as well. Mind you, it’s only a small problem really, but this is my place for thoughtsharing and rambling so if you want to read on, you’ll just have to bear with me.
You see, this problem is (as I’m sure I’ve mentioned on The Sunday Blah before) that through a series of very fortunate events I met this really special guy when I was studying in Italy. An Englishman. Now, two years later, I’ve realised that this situation has taught me a few things about missing people and, to a lesser extent, places.
From my experience (thankfully there aren’t many people that have truly dissapeared from my life. As I said: only talking about a small problem here) there are two types of missing people.
Firstly there is a slow and gradual kind. In my case this is missing home. I don’t really mean my house, my favourite bar or TV show (although I’ve missed those too), but I mean the people from home. I’ve never been someone who gets homesick easily, but I found myself missing my friends and family (and my mum’s cooking!) more and more as my time living and working in England went on. Getting snapchats from friends when you’re living abroad (oh, technology!) is great fun, but after a while I started wishing that I was there making stupid (and possibly drunk) faces at the camera as well. Maybe I got homesick because I wasn’t living in a very stimulating environment (as it turns out English small towns aren’t any more exciting than Belgian ones) or because I wasn’t exactly working my dream job, who knows. This kind of missing is, as I said, a slow process, you only start noticing the first symptoms after a couple of weeks.
The second type of missing people, or more specifically someone, is sudden and I’m suffering from it now that I’m back in Belgium. It hits straight after saying goodbye and hits quite hard. It fades though as you get more and more used to being apart. What I’m really saying here (in case you hadn’t picked up on it yet) is that I miss my boyfriend.
That being said, I just booked my Eurostar ticket for a visit to England. As it appears small problems have simple solutions sometimes.