Ok, after a good contemplative funk today in my bathrobe, (which went well into the afternoon,) I am over myself. I don't feel the need to go anywhere, and I don't want to go anywhere to 'get away'.
It seems Boyfriend agrees that this whole thing is truly "a bullshit" we both decided to inflate, and understands that I don't hate his friends. He knows why I am here, and I do too, so I don't feel such an urgent need to skulk off to Oslo, or Stockholm, or Dublin (though I *did* see amazingly cheap plane tickets for all...)
In other news, the Belgian postal system has proved yet again it's amazing competence. Today I received my mother's Christmas present. She sent it on the 12th of December, and paid a tidy sum to ensure it arrived to me not later than the 21st of December. Today it finally showed up, almost a month late. At this point, I'll just say I'm glad it came at all.