I’ll be blogging Monday through Friday, but at this time I’ll open up weekends to any of you aspiring bloggers out there. Even if you’ve guest blogged here before, feel free to submit again. No real experience necessary as long as you keep it real.
Bloggers. Keep in mind your guest blog would be 500-600 words, give or take. Anything longer should be kept for your own writing.
Use the Contact Jun link to get in touch with me, and put “Guest Blogging” in the subject line.
I’ve realized now for a few weekends that blogging on Saturdays and Sundays is becoming impossible. Not that I don’t have time to blog on the weekends, but i’d rather make time for my family. My husband Davy and I are baffled every day at how fast Noah’s growing into his very own personality. I don’t want to miss it if I don’t have to, and especially on the weekends. Quality time.
One of the reasons I love living here in Belgium is because of the copious amounts of time spent with family. Ghent is not that much different from other cities in Belgium, although every city in Belgium believes they’re the best city. It’s cute how many rivalries there are. The distance between home for the Yankees and the Red Sox alone, would get you from one end of Belgium to another with some time to visit France or Germany.
Compared to America, Belgium’s business plan as a country and social plan as a people is polar opposite. The United States is running bright 24 hours a day, while Belgium is not a 24-hour country at all. By and large, businesses all over Belgium big and small are closed by 6pm, save for night shops and fry shops and a few supermarkets. The almighty McDonalds is even closed before midnight. There are night shifts being worked sometimes, because Belgium’s time difference with other parts of the world calls for it. This is all possible because Belgium is a small country.
On Saturdays, hours are shorter if shops are open at all. On Sundays, there’s one pharmacy and one supermarket and one book shop open in every “town square.” Bakeries and cafés are open on Sundays, and farmers markets too. It’s a slower and steadier pace in social surroundings, and you take your time drinking and sitting and chatting. obody is sitting around on answering work emails or tweeting furiously over coffee. Here, quality time is of the highest quality.
If I’m lucky I get to eat my little cookie accompanying my coffee or hot cocoa at some café, before Noah snatches it up and eats it himself. I don’t remember the last time I’ve actually eaten my own cookie in Noah’s presence. He truly is a little cookie monster.
Admittedly, I arrived in this country a New Yorker. I’m still a New Yorker at heart. I’ll cut you down in public if you hurt me or someone I love, but I know something has to give if I’m going to put firm roots down here. It’s probably why I didn’t take any photos last week. I’m turning Belgianese! There were freaks and geeks all around me begging for a Twitter upload last week, and I took zero photos. My iPhone was not attached to me like life support, like usual.
I’ve been trying to balance everything on my plate these last three years.
Marriage. Pregnancy. Motherhood. Homesickness. Forgiveness. Memories. Loss. Assholes. More. More. More.
Everything good and bad have added up to everything I’ve ever wanted. I take none of my blessings for granted. It’s why I’m slowing down on weekends. I look at it as an opportunity for some of you to take on this next leg with me.