Sunday, February 6, 2011

July 25, 2011...

…is the day I am officially moving to Belgium. I woke up this morning with a text message from my fiancé Olivier telling me to check my email. Inside of my email was a confirmation from US Airways for a one way plane ticket on July 25th leaving from San Francisco to Brussels, Belgium. WOW!
So hopefully I can get in contact with the Belgian Consulate to answer my questions about getting my visa.
Let the Countdown begin…Love,
American Chocolate

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

What up Consulate, I'm a Hoarder

So I am trying to start the process in getting my Belgian long-term visa from living with a Belgian partner and I have some questions. I decided the people who can answer these questions are those at the Belgian Consulate. The consulate office in Los Angeles handles visa applications for the west coast and therefore I called them. I get a recording about how the office is open from 9am until noon and to leave a message. I left a message one day hoping they would call me the next day…so let’s fast forward to the next day, no call. I waited a couple days and then I called again and left another message. After a couple days I tried calling in hopes of reaching a person and I continue to leave messages…NOTHING! I am starting to get frustrated because I just have a couple simple questions about the process. I will continue to call in the hope of reaching a person about applying for my visa. I need it by July.
I really need to start cleaning my room and getting rid of a lot of things because with my move to Belgium I will officially be moving out of my mom’s house. I realized that since it hit me I really have been buying things and not getting rid of other things. I did a big clean up a few months ago and got rid of clothes and such, but now I am in a place where I am scared to even start. I think it finally hit me that I am moving for good and to another country. I am scared and I know things aren’t going to be horrible or anything, but still I find myself not being able to do this whole getting rid of memories thing. Most of these things I know don’t hold HUGE memories, but letting them go makes me feel like I am letting go of so much more. I am going to have to force myself into this mode of just knowing they have to go because they can’t stay here and there is no place for them in Belgium. I hope to start with my closet this week…

Until then...Love,

American Chocolate