



I moved here to sunny Belgium in early 2006 to be with my man of two meters. We've since gone our seperate ways, and now I find myself in a foreign place, with little grasp of the language, and a lot of time to reflect on who I want to be. I say that because moving to another country is one of the only times that you can walk away from your life and start over from scratch.
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