43 days 'till Dehli.
I should be dancing through these times. But, of course, I'm not. Too much time and too little going on. Checking Facebook and Twitter over and over again, playing Angry Birds or looking for new apps in the iTunes store. That's how I spend my holidays. Whenever I'm getting near the edge of insanity I walk the streets alone, window shopping well before dawn.
Christmas Eve consisted of one baguette, too many cheap beers and a bunch of online poker tournaments. Christmas in Brussels. It's not a happy place, it's not a happy time.
Notwithstanding, this Christmas sadness is disgusting. I'm a white dude in a spacious apartment in a nice part of town. Billions of people would kill for this lifestyle. But here I am; bitching and complaining (just like a little girl) about my luxurious, lonely life in Brussels...
It's time to get out before I start to believe in my own misery.
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