Blogging fun

So Dan (ahem...) I mean my "friend who shall remain unnamed" started an anon blog today, and it made me miss writing my blog from India and Bhutan. So, I started my own.

Thanks "Friend".

First I'd like to say, thank you Penny. Penny, my sweet if not slightly judgmental cat gave me the strength to leave home. Mainly because she would take up 90% of my bed, and I just really needed a good nights rest by the time I graduated high school, but also because she loved me, and I knew that whenever I would come home, she would be there, ever so slightly miffed at me for leaving, but still full of love. Now however, I will be forced to return to a home without Penny, who was my best friend and my Muffin.

Alas, I am not going home anytime soon anyway, I am cramped in a 4 floor walk up bedroom in downtown Brussels. I applied to a position I was totally unqualified for on a whim, knowing I would never end up perusing it...and here I am, now attempting to pretend like I know what I am doing.

I left on the 6 AM Eurostar from London and arrived in Brussels expecting my landlord who I had never met, and whom I found on a website advertising a room for rent, to pick me up at the train station. In my own defense, I carried an impulse body spray in my purse; a scent so cheap that it actually burns when applied to the skin...think of the damage it could do to other parts of the body. Lucky for me (and maybe for him too) my landlord turned out to be a sweet man with a wife and two young children, who simply had the day off and offered to do me a favor.

I arrived, signed the lease, paid one months rent, walked around the neighborhood with him, went grocery shopping, got a new sim card for my phone, went home and passed out.

Monday morning I began my new job as Communications Manger at Eurodad, the "European Network on Debt & Development". I was literally thrown into the fire of things to do and not enough time to due it. There were deadlines to meet, most of them outrageous and I had to learn where files were on computers and what programs to use for the million different tasks I was expected to accomplish in the day.

Coming home I had blisters on my feet, a pile of reading in my bag, and a weird sense of excitement about what is in store in the coming six months.