goodbye letters

dear metro: i will miss your overpowering stench, your germ infested poles, and the occasional drug deal

dear central station: i will miss walking to catch early morning trains and smelling that pleasant aroma of drunken urine

dear grand place: i will miss your grandeur, the feeling of awes you create and having you as a backup whenever there is nothing to do

dear waffles: oh how i will miss your flavor and warmth. my body will miss the gaining ten more pounds directly from you

dear belgian commericals: i will miss seeing the oh so popular U.S. celebrities star in oh so not popular commercials

dear carrefour: i will miss wandering your aisles. searching for items and only choose those things that have cooking instructions in picture format. i will miss our weekly encounters.

dear 5 euro stores: i will miss your clothes and inexpensive prices. i will miss finding a good deal with you.

dear saint-josse market: i will miss spending my thursday mornings with you. looking at the new bags, smelling the fresh bread, and looking for some good deals. i know i am your walking advertisement, but you will have to find someone else

dear brussels 2nd ward: i will miss your mix of people, attempting to communicate with each other in different languages and somehow getting the point across. i will miss your testimonies and your warm welcomings.

dear chocolate: thank you for adding ten more pounds on to me...but i sure will miss the many options i had

dear babies of belgian: i will miss your adorbable bundled up faces that always brighten my day

dear city 2: i am not even going to think about all i will miss about you...if i could i would buy everything you have to offer

dear parks: i will miss wandering around, admiring your beauty and attempting to study

dear europe: i will miss your closeness and how i could visit 3 different countries a day if i wanted

dear martin: i will miss your fries and your friendly face that was always working. i am sure your sweaters all smell of frites.

dear belgium: i will miss your weirdness amongst your normalness

dear weather: i will NOT miss your cloudy skies, with rain everyday, and hardly seeing the sun

dear apartment: you cost a ridiculous amount but you kept us safe and warm. i will miss your odd statues and paintings. and i even will miss that screaming child i hear all day long

dear french: i will miss never ever understanding what anyone ever said...and just pretending like i did.

dear brown shoes: i am sorry i ruined you and have to you leave you behind in belgium

dear dutch: you are such a weird language, but i think max does a pretty good job of attempting it

dear man who wanders the streets daily: i will miss seeing your familar face along the chausse, saying bonjour and pretending like you are a good friend.