I talked to two of my very good friends in Belgium last night on the phone for a long time. It was so nice to catch up with A. since she moved to Brussels (and doesn’t have a phone), and her boyfriend M. (who has a phone) and was accepted to attend the Rijksakademie in Amsterdam for two years. M. is a burgeoning contemporary Belgian artist who does very interesting pieces. I am so happy for him because the Rijksakademie is a very hard school to get into. I have another friend who is writing a book, and one of the main characters in his story is inspired by M. That’s brilliant.
I’ve known both A. and M. since we all went to art school together, and it’s amazing that I’ve known them both for about 10 or 11 years. Even better is that we’ve kept in touch regularly since I had to come back here in 1995. And I was able to go back to visit them twice in Belgium since.
As the evening’s conversation with them stayed in my mind, I ended up dreaming about Belgium and of a reunion… seeing the people I used to know and hang out with. I woke up a little depressed this morning, because it makes me want to go back soon! I do miss it very much.
