Belgium?

I have a hard time coming up with things to write about. I know that I can't exactly say I don't do anything, but none of it really strikes me as anything interesting to write about.

I went to the bank on Monday to see if I could make a bank account. It turns out that I can't until October. Yay! I also went and talked to the immigration office at the school. The lady there was very nice. She said that I don't need to worry about getting my residence permit just yet, though I can have it as soon as I want it.  But since I'm renting my apartment only for the next month and it's through another tenant rather than directly through the company, she said it would probably be easier to wait until I'm in my more permanent apartment in August.  It's not absolutely necessary for me to have it right away and it's easier than having to try to change my address in a month.  The other thing she told me was that I wouldn't get my Dutch "social security" number until October, which is why I can't open a bank account. She said there was no way around that and I would just have to wait.  This is kind of unpleasant, considering no one told me anything about this beforehand...

This weekend, Jennifer's mother invited Tessa and me to their camping house with their family for the weekend so that the three of us could go over to Belgium on Saturday.  It depends on how loosely you define "camping" but it was very nice. I always loved forests, no matter where they are.  We took some pretty random pictures in the forest, too.

We did go to Belgium on Saturday and Belgium is very different.  It seems odd to me. I'm not sure what it would be like growing up in a country where the other half of the population grows up learning a different "native language." We did fail in one small way, we were in Belgium and didn't eat any Belgian waffles.  Shame on us. We bought some Belgian chocolate though, delicious stuff.  Antwerpen was a nice little city, too.

One of these days I will learn Dutch so that I don't have to be paranoid that people are talking about me.  I can understand some of the more basic stuff but that's about it, and that's very limited.  One thing is for sure, I really don't like it when people are making fun of me, even if they are just kidding around.  It really frustrates me. I suppose it's something I can get over, but some people are just annoying.

I had more that I wanted to add to this post, but I can't think of how to word it. I can't think of how exactly I want to say everything, I guess because the idea itself is still a bit of a strange concept to me. More on that later, then.