Last Friday I went to Kaari's graduation party and then went to the AFS End of Stay camp.
Tonight is the last night at home for me. The last night I will spend with my host family for the foreseeable future. My suitcase is laying on my floor, as well as two boxes of stuff because I'm stupid and have accumulated way too many things these past ten and a half months. An entire life in a year.
My host mom brought home frites for my last dinner with her. She gave me a photo book of Namur and a glass for peket.
My room looks almost the same as when I got here, but it feels as if though everything has changed. Now that it is 12am, I can officially say that I am going home tomorrow to see the people I have missed so much this past year. But now it is time to miss Belgium. And I will.