First morning in Brussels, my new home. It feels weird and not at the same time. Helps that I have been here a few times before and even had a drink last April at the bar down the street from the place I am living at for the next three months or so.

A new start. I have some things on the agenda this coming week: get phones, work out(Ultima Vez has gotten our cast gym memberships to get our asses in shape), check in with the Belgian emassy, relearn choreography I learned last time I was here before I start on the 19th, eat some good cheese and good chocolate… But for the first time, outside of when I’ve been on tour, I have space in my schedule. I do want to keep it like that as long as possible, because I know full well life will gobble it up. But I think it will be nice to sit and read and not feel like I’ll pay for it later.

I also have time again to write. Something I have not done for ages, it seems, but has always been therapeutic. I can already tell I’m going to need some oiling, but I have poems and short stories in me that need releasing! Novels even!!!  Maybe. Ha!

Anyways, good morning, Europe. Let’s be friends!

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Yesterday is gone and took away its tale.
Today we must live a fresh story again! – Rumi