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.