I wanted to take a moment to vent my views on the last month of the year (to be precise; december)

December is a month of hope and forgiveness and life and togetherness and

Yeah yeah.
ok.

stop.

Again:
December is winter.
and winter in Brussels means to me:
wearing a scarf and mittens when I go out.
Yes, I refuse to go out of the house without being fully tucked in.
The problem is, if I do... I am HOT.

Agree with me people:
winter in Belgium, should be winter in Belgium, and not summerlike.

I am beginning to get worried, when I think of what might happen if christmas dissappears like we know it..worst case scenario: it might become like: christmas in LA,

Then we will need radiochannels with nonstop-christmascarrolls, fake smiles, and 24h marathon of 'the grinch' on television just to stay in the spirit,

The signs of it becoming a reality:

I haven't seen snow (one of the pirks of winter!).
Now we only get disguisting drizzle.
Leaves aren't falling from the trees, hot chocolates aren't being sold, and there are no more fires in the fireplaces,
Birds aren't moving south. and saint nicolas is arriving early from benidorm because it doesn't make a fucking differrence anymore if he is here or there. The temperature is more or less the same.
I am telling you: he is part of a screwed-up ecosystem: I saw a santa in a mall in the beginning of November... now really: a month early!

So, if the holiday season means: having to cope with only the downsides, as there are:
stupid muzak everywhere you go
the frantic behaviour of wild consumers hunting for a good buy,
blues because of early darkness without boyfriend -which I also blame global warming, because if spring would still exist: I WOULD BE OFF THE MARKET-

then I think it s time to act.

or we abolish the season, or we do something against the heating of the soil underneath my feet.

Because really: I don't want the winterblues due to having to cope with the wrong season.

and totally unrelated, but something that also bums me out...
I don't know what to put on my wishlist to ask the dude.

I'm back. Home.
Indeed, this is the sequel of ingridgoesnewzealand. ... Actually, depending on how you look at it: the sequel is a bit like the prequel as well.
Although, I 'm not pretending that my life has the saga-epic elements of a Star Wars-trilogy (which I might add,... -shame on me-, I have never seen).

But it does feel like, being back in my homecountry (for the record: that 's Belgium) , things haven't changed much in Brussels (aka the capital of Belgium).
I have managed to come back to a status quo:
I'm still in a bridget jones-mode.
Maybe even more so now then before, now that I 'm living alone, and since getting myself a cat (probably the first of many if my life continues down this path).

I picked up where I left off, and in a way, that is pretty sad, because that means that the whole episode in New Zealand feels like a haze.
A chapter in a book, already placed on a shell, collecting dust.
Did I really do all the things I did?
Will I do it again someday?... Hopefully...
hopefully things evolve from here, as I continue (or restart)... the blabla on my blog.

So check-in and follow- up on my mental state of mind from time to time... as it progresses or regresses. And don't hesistate to leave a comment if you think you know best.

The writingtherapy did me good when I was down under.
So now that I'm up and above you will know when I'm up, but feeling down, and when I'm down but feeling high...

Still following?

Anyway,
Welcome back everyone to my world,
the life of Ingrid,
the world according to Ingrid.

I'll share it all.