Big and small

It's four to noon. April 10,2025. I am sitting on a cold stone inder the scorching Northern sun in the Grand Place in Brussels. I'll be heading back to the hotel soon to get an uber to the train station, and then a train, and a boarding pass, and a plane, and him, and home. For the first time in my life I am returning home to someone who is not my mother, to someone who is not my past, but my future. When I was buting the tickets for this trip I had the gut feeling this was going to be a special trip,and as I had felt then (back in October), my farewell to a celibate life. One feels so small in a bug city where touriats hustle to landmarks and souvenirs shops and baxk the airports. One feels so empowered and disarmed with those vibes. One feels so small and big at the same time. One feels the wind of change in the breezes that bring the smell of Belgian chocolate waffles and fries. One feels the need for this to be accepted with love and gratitude to foy home and burry herself in the arms of her beloved man, to embrace the happiness that has been handmade my the Creater for them. Life is worth it. And yes, I guess I love him. He is coming to meet my mom this Sunday, and I am going to meet his mom next Sunday. It's not me any more, it's us.