1. I return to the rainy, gloomy land of Brussels tomorrow evening where I will have to confront my dad – NOT looking forward to that.
2. I will work my socks off to prepare myself to kick-start back at school (which started 2 weeks ago now).
3. I don’t know where I will sleep. As a protest towards my wonderful daddy, I refuse to stay at “home” but that doesn’t feel “safe”
4. On top of all, there will be a pile of crap to do, to catch up with what I’ve missed.