This time next week I'll be sitting at my kitchen table looking out at mounds of white snow and Mr. Murphy will be doing his best to lie on my keyboard and eat my breakfast. It will be good to be home. But... I'll reallly miss this place. This was my fourth winter in Belgium. I'm comfortable here. I feel at home here. We have friends here. There is a strong cyclo-cross/cycling community here that we're part of. It will be good to be home to see family, friends, our lovable cat, to sleep in our bed and to eat at some of favorite restaurants. But I know we'll be thinking of Belgium and what is happening with our friends.
I guess the appropriate word would be "torn".
I'm trying to figure out if this is a good or bad thing. I'm starting to think that it is neither. It simply is what it is. We should count ourselves lucky to have such feelings of attachment two such disparate places. Is one better than the other? Not sure yet. What would Belgium be like with Mr. Murphy and our own "bed"? Hard to know. But one can dream.