zaterdag 29 september 2012


I have to move. My roommate is getting more and more pregnant, everything is changing, our home is now ready for the baby. It is beautiful, but there is hardly any space left to study, live, breathe - to be. Therefore, I have to move. I hate it. I just got comfortable living here, in the Belmont area, Hilsboro Village. Our neighborhood is lovely - full of grass and greenery, playdates on the street, music in the basement. I finally found my perfect morning run routine, the best timing to do laundry, my favorite products at the Harris Teeter, our store next door. I just got here - about 2 months ago. I have already bought all my furniture, I hung some pictures on the wall, I discovered the shortest way to school and a secret hiding place for special moments. And now, I have to move. Again. 
Moving feels like falling. It is uncertain, and exhausting. I started looking for apartments in our neighborhood, but most of the places are completely booked by now. I'll have to upper my pricerange, adjust my budget, change my preferences. I am wearing my pink summer dress and I am trying to feel light and fine. Actually, I should be good at this. I am used to moving - I have been moving all my life. I have lived in Bilzen, Hasselt, Leuven, Antwerp, Paris, Nashville, and for a while, half-time in the Netherlands. Except for the change of scenery, there has hardly been any consistency in my life. Luckily, I do have a solid place to come home to. In Belgium, that is, Spurkerweg 34, 3740 Bilzen. If you can find us on Google Maps, you might see the sheep in our garden and the lake in our backyard. I love to come home. But for now, I prefer to move.
I am quite sure that I will move one day to a place where I would actually want to stay. But for now, I am still working on my roadmap.


vrijdag 28 september 2012


I have a life

full of beautiful memories

and I am so grateful

for that


donderdag 20 september 2012

make a wish

"And pin on your charm as a reminder
that you have earned your wings"
Guardian Angel
Find product at Asos.com
Thank you, Guardian Angels.

woensdag 19 september 2012

P is for passion

And punching people in the face.
Find this product at Etsy.com

Find this product at Present&Correct.com
(and buy it for my birthday)

What else?
NYFW by Nasty Gal

poster by Helmut Lang

maandag 17 september 2012

happy Monday

That being said,
I might be the luckiest girl on earth, today.  

vrijdag 14 september 2012

maandag 10 september 2012


I found this song on the page of a girl I hardly know, although I do feel very close to her. She was still very young when her whole world tumbled upside down, and several months later, a miracle fell out of the sky. I would like to tell her that the future is bright, and that I admire her for her strength, creativity, and her sense for fashion, of course. Good things come to those who wait #perfect weather to fly.

vrijdag 7 september 2012


I'm writing a lot these days, on paper thin sheets. Writing stays my favorite way out. I like to explore my mind, writing down the stories that I tell myself before bedtime (even though they sometimes wake me up at night). I sometimes think too much, and I definitely think it is funny, as in the song below: "so much time we spend, searching for a clue". I think we all need a clue, and a happy ending, from time to time. I think we all have to be honest, towards ourselves, and others. I think the world would be a better place if every girl would wear a smile, at least once a week, and every boy a sword, to fight the imaginary fears that keep us awake at night. A boy can fight for both of us, a girl can smile for two. Or at least, I can.  

I am small, but brave, I am confused, but sweet. I believe in culture, education, ethics and art. I wear my daddy's perfume at night (because I miss him) and I sometimes cry when I see happy people. I talk very easily to strangers, and I sometimes smile too often. I am not always as happy as I pretend to be. I like the feeling of rain on my skin, but I don't like my hair getting wet. I am gentle, but stubbern, sometimes stupid, too. I have been hitchhiking to school each time I missed the bus. I actually always think I'm too fat, although everybody says I'm not. I might be addicted to chewing gum, body lotion, diet drinks and sports. I keep pictures of moments that make me complete. I take photographs of people that I like most.

My walls are empty, except for a vintage postcard, a map of the United States, and a letter from my grandfather. My closet is full, although I still have the feeling that I forgot most of my wardrobe at home. I tend to forget a lot of things. I get easily lost. Almost always, I find my way back home.

I tend to fall in love easily, but I almost never commit. I try to go to bed early, but I hardly ever fall asleep in time. I love spending time alone, and I love to listen to the same song over and over again. I like to be in control of things. I hate it when sad things happen. I hate when people I care about get hurt. Most of all, I hate death. I love my brothers, my family, and my sweetheart friends. I like waking up in the morning, with an empty mind and day ahead. I love reading the paper, although I hardly ever finish an article I read. I think we all overestimate the value of our jobs, salary and so-called safety. I think we underestimate the value of love, education, and most importantly, happiness (as in: being content, at ease, stable and strong).

I think I shouldn't worry that much, because actually, I am fine. I think I should accept that life is crazy, and that I might be too. I think I do have to go to bed, now, because school starts at 8:00 and I am already too late to go to bed early. I think I have to stop thinking, now.

Bedtime for babies. Talk to you soon.