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On Being Boring

I moved from London to Brussels with my husband nearly 10 years ago. When I told people we were moving, the news was greeted with bemusement: why did we want to move to a city that was possibly the most boring place on earth? Ten years later and I can honestly say that I've had more fun here than I ever did living in London. It might not be the most exciting city in the world but it is a fantastic place to live. It is full of hidden treasures that you probably never get to see as a tourist: wonderful shops, amazing food, great museums and galleries, beautiful architecture, a forest (yes, a whole forest), and so much more... And if that doesn't convince you, well, get on a train and you could be in Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne or, yes, London in no more than a couple of hours... Which other city can you say that about?


We were doing early morning science in goggles and pajamas. And then she sneezed. A-CHOOM!She’s still lovely even when she sneezes. And she still smiles that perfect smile.Her hair is still crazy and curly on just one side. Her eyes still sparkle and shine. Her freckles still dust the bridge of her nose. She is still curious and still absorbs knowledge like a sponge. She is my sharp, clever, amazing girl. Still my girl. Even as that little round face that once was takes on the strange, beautiful new curves and angles of Growing Up.

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