Going home

...for one week

After more than 5 months in the city, we are going home for one week. Right now, we are sitting in the airport and waiting for our ride home. Exciting... but also a bit scary. Will we still blend in? Maybe we are speaking with an American accent now, without even noticing it? Or maybe we gained so much weight after all those burgers so that people won't recognize us?

And won't we miss the city? New York is such an easy city to get used to. If hungry in the middle of the night, just walk out the door to a restaurant on the corner. If craving some Italian ice cream, Greek keftedes, Vietnamese noodles, American burgers, Belgian/French fries, Mexican burritos, or anything else for that matter, again just pick a restaurant around the corner. Some late night grocery shopping, just go to one of the supermarkets across your appartment. If you want to see the latest collection of a rare fashion designer, you'll find it in the city. If bored, go to one of the museums or theatres just around the corner... well, you get my point, New York City is truly the city that never sleeps... and Belgian towns are maybe just the opposite?

However, New York City is the city that never sleeps, also when you are trying to sleep. So we are looking forward to the blissful quiet Belgian nights! And the Belgian food... ah, boterhammekes met préparé, frietjes, stoverij, speculoos, chocolade, and so much more. And seeing our family and friends, and well, just being home. Now that I think of it, will we still want to go back to New York?

Then again, there are worse things in life than living in New York City. :-)