Team Kellogg, Team Shane, and Team Werle at Zimzala for going away festivities. <3
Juuuust kidding. Firstly, let me apologize in advance for my inevitable blunders as I enter the world of blogging. I vow to keep things brief. No one wants to spend an hour reading about my tomfoolery.
I've packed, I've cried, I've hugged, I've worriedly crossed my t's and dotted my i's. Onward I must march. From LAX I'll jump on a red eye and fly 10 hours to Frankfurt, then a short 1 hour connecting flight to Brussels. Via train, I'll head from Brussels to Leuven and hopefully a smiling Canadian, named Laura, will be there to welcome me with a Stella Artois, and a waffle. (A girl can dream, no?)
Seeing as I'll arrive with no permanent residence secured, I'll hit the streets with Laura in search of a flat while staying in a hostel close to campus. (Did I mention that I had crossed and dotted those t's and i's earlier? -- I lied.) I'll need to open a back account, get international cell phone coverage, seek out a Belgian ID card, and register for classes. Also have an orientation session and a student trip to Bruges in the works. Deeeep
Mama made us her famous short ribs! Quite a send-off indeed.
I'll be back with stories of my absurdity as soon as internet is once again accessible. I know the suspense will drive you mad in the mean time.
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