houston, we've made contact

now, i know you're all dying to know what the status of a certain ex-waiter male citizen of diest is, and my relationship with said individual. the answer? he's lovely, and it's lovely to see him again.  no crazy butterflies taking over my ability to speak.  just seeing an old friend and enjoying the fact that i'm back in his company.  either i'm gaining sanity and stability as time goes on, or i was just incredibly delusional this afternoon and thought i was being calm.  but i'm pretty sure it's the former. but it was really nice to see him again - i've missed him, all the little details that had started to fade.
i've missed everyone here.
and i miss someone in the states that i hadn't thought i'd miss . . .
otherwise, life is great here.  back onto my shedule that consists manly of eating, drinking, and sleeping. yesterday, we did nothing. we sat at a cafe (then another, then another) and talked. and sat.  and then came home and slept. then ate. then went to a cafe. then (around 4am) came home and slept.  what an exciting life i lead here.
i'm home. i'm just so happy. i wish i could put words to how i feel about this place, but i really can't. i've tried - i have journals full of attempts to describe it - but it's no use. i just fit here, i feel like me. and i love that. and i hope that someday i can officially call this home.