Since I have still not heard from work (don’t even get me started), I had to return to Belgium for some medicine and an appointment. I hated to leave my DF but it had to be done. Anyhow, he’s got lots of stuff do and I’m tempted to hoard all his attention when I’m there. So we decided I’d leave on Wednesday, and i of course got bumped off of several flights until it became too late for me to catch the connecting flight to Belgium! So back to DC I went – and I was glad for an extra night with my honey – but the airline kept my bag. So instead of figuring that now I might as well stay through the weekend, I had to go try again the next day.
I ended up in coach (gasp! The horror 
but I can’t complain. We were two hours late which meant I had to go straight to my appointment at the hospital, suitcase and all. No one can claim I’m not dedicated to my commitments!
What happens now? I’m no more sure than I was a week ago. It appears highly unlikely that I’ll get back to work before my surgery, so…how irritating. I guess I’ll be here a few more weeks. However, I’m enthusiastic about the move now. While the festival season is in full swing here in Belgium (a kite festival at the beach today, a concert in front of the palace tomorrow, etc.) and it’s tempting to think that life doesn’t get any better than festivals in the sun, I took a quick liking to DC. The city is so civil! Ok, aside from the high murder rate and all (heh)… it was stunningly friendly. I couldn’t get over the smiles from strangers, the pleases and thank-yous. The architecture is beautiful, the green space plentiful, the museums prestigious and free, the apartment is nice, the fiance happy…all in all it portends a nice life.
