Young Gego returned today . . . he’ll be with me until December. He does not know how much I need him here. It’s not just that I need someone to sit beside me while I play RESIDENT EVIL, but also I need a little dude to talk to sometimes! Living alone rules. But, every now and then, it does feel better to not talk to yourself all the time . . .
Last night I bought a plane ticket to Brussels to spend Christmas with The Belgians. It was either that or go to Estonia with Elina, but I owe the Belgians a visit. I haven’t spent Christmas with them since 2022! Assuming I don’t leave Germany’s borders until then, Belgium will be the ninth country I’ve visited since January: Japan, USA, The Netherlands, Austria, Czechia, Italy, Switzerland, and England. Whoa. I wanted to go back to Poland before the year ends, but alas . . .
Tomorrow I’m going to wake up and feed Gego and then walk across the street and work at the cafe there. I have a big crush on one of the servers. Last time I saw her, she told me her name. Of course, I told her my name too. If she’s working, I’m going to ask her out. Hey, why not?? I don’t care anymore. I almost died a few days before my birthday earlier in the year. And yet I live. I have an arrangement with the one who let me go on like this a little while longer. And so saying, there is a sort of feeling you get once you have been to that place and have come back from it. One of the benefits is that you are fearless when asking out a server at a cafe. What’s the worst that could happen? She pulls out a broadsword and tears me asunder? To that I say: go ahead and do it already. But I reckon we will all find out tomorrow.
Till then . . . ☆彡
