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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?

Not all sunshine and buttercups

Life through my lens looks pretty good, right? And that’s because life is pretty good. My children are fantastic and are mostly happy and healthy. The longest either of them has ever spent in hospital were the five days Belgium insists you stay in hospital after giving birth (although I actually think I only made it to four with Amélie and three with Charlie before begging them to let me go). That makes me feel pretty lucky. My husband loves me and puts up with me (most of the time). I have a job that I enjoy and that allows us to live without too many financial concerns (just so long as I can keep my camera buying urges under control). I am exceptionally lucky. I try not to take that for granted too much. But that doesn’t mean that everything is always sunshine and buttercups. We have our moments too. Charlie has far too many accidents – it seems like only a matter of time before ambulances will have to be involved. It’s like being made to stand on the edge of a cliff with very strong winds and just waiting for the gust that will push you over. And he’s started vomiting every night and we have no idea why.  Amélie is tired and finding it hard to focus at school. She’s also full of self-doubt which makes me hurt to the very core. Because she is one of the most beautiful, funniest, wisest, kindest people I know. So don’t let the lens fool you. We are just like any other family. We have our ups and downs. I just tend to avoid documenting them because they’re not the bits I want to remember. I did however want to catch this for the record:This is Charlie having his teeth done. He does not like having his teeth done, clearly. And this is Amélie. Who should never ever doubt just how wonderful she is. Ever. 

29 September 2012 - 1:35 PM Adeline - Qu'Amélie est belle et qu'est ce qu'elle te ressemble!!!!

29 September 2012 - 8:54 PM amanda - I know the answer. Bring them to nz for a holiday (one year working holiday). Sad to hear Amelie full of self doubt and little Charlie vomiting each night. xx

4 October 2012 - 4:14 PM Teresa - The self-doubt hurts my heart. :( I hope she grows past it. And you're clearly terrible parents for cleaning Charlie's teeth! ;)

14 October 2012 - 3:43 PM Lori - That is a beautiful shot of Amelie. I hope she grows out of the self doubt phase. From your posts, she is a beautiful, witty, intelligent young lady. Nothing is ever going to change that.

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