Brussels for two days, again. I actually went for work to attend a workshop and decided to go a day early to spend some time in one of my favorite cities.
The workshop was held in a university and I was staying in a building full of student dorms where some rooms are reserved for people attending workshops or conferences there. This university is in the student area of Brussels, very close to my old apartment. I often go back to Brussels, but I hadn’t been to this part of town in a while. The two days were kind of weird. They made me feel like a student again. It’s funny how you expect everything to have changed when you visit a place after a while. But everything is almost the same. Exactly the same. The only thing that has changed is you.
Memories and flashback. Walking by my old apartment, wondering who is living in the place I called my own for four years. Bumping into my old neighbor, hearing her blocus stories and kind of missing being a student. That nervousness, that stress, that adrenaline rush, those sleepless nights and those last-minute deadlines. Meeting up with old uni-friends and wonder where the time flies. Trying out new restaurants in old places. Seeing one of the prettiest sunsets. Being at the right place at the right time. Walking around. Feeling like a tourist in my ex-city. Wondering why I ever left.
And just like that places and moments become pieces of your past.