la vie est un film - commencé!

Out of all my not really positive feelings recently reflected on this blog, I do have to admit that Brussels can be kind of cool. So what do I really like about the city and my life here?

My job is ok. I can't complain about the salary or the other conditions. For the moment, it doesn't take more time of my personal life that needed either. Work mates are extremely nice and helpful even though they are mostly not the kind of people I have great connection with. It's not this exciting or thrilling (especially in terms of working environment) kind of job but I do appreciate all the good aspects of it. And I also started liking driving in Brussels and sort of enjoy it. I am less and less stressed about being a driver and being a driver in the city I hardly know.

I do like my flat and my flat mates are nice too. I have all kind of facilities I need. I don't live far from the centre either.

Those people, who know me, know that one of the weirdest thing about me is that I like the metro and its smell. I realize it's bizarre but that is the fact. It's always pretty much the same in every city and Brussels is not an exception. What I also like about it here is the music played all the time at the stations. They either play very shitty music like Samanta Fox or Kim Wilde or some classical fancy music. I like both shitty music and fancy music so it totally matches with my music taste (or lack of it).

I had the first "life is a movie" moment. Desperate for some wonderful social life, a friend and I went to the Grand Casino in Brussels for "Dia de Argentina" to taste the free Argentinean wine, be in a fancy place and watch the tango show. We happened to meet a cool girl working for the embassy of Argentina. We later ended up in the car with her, her bosses (some diplomats / relatives of diplomats) on the way to some other party somewhere in Brussels. How random and great was that. We are in touch now and we both plan to have more "life is a movie" moments with each other. Hamdullah for this break through.

I wish I could write that Brussels is so international and this is so great but Rabat was less international but still international in its best way. Not the case here unfortunately.

Well, being aware of my too high expectations I will let time and my actions improve it and make it more livable.

And so will it happen very soon. No question about it.