So where did I go huh
Here's the thing. I should've kept writing just through the summer during all the travelling--but I didn't. Maybe I'll pour my heart into a recount of it all soon before it fades. I should. I have had the year of my life. The last four months of the year I was in the South of France with thing 1 and thing 2 as I attempted to keep you up with. My days were generally less interesting than they were when I was in Paris. Don't get me wrong, I was having a good time, but I wasn't trapezing around the Louvre every other day. So writing became a little less exciting. I also became a little less solo after meeting a Belgian guy while house sitting in Brussels who's now my lovely boyfriend. Many of my autumn weekends were spent in Ghent or on holiday in some other place it was fairly cheap for both of us to get to. Not that there wasn't lots to write about those adventures, but things were new and I wasn't trying to be tempting fate by shouting from the rooft...