When you move to a new place, even for a few months, at first you feel like an overly excited tourist.
You walk around with your camera, trying our local foods (in case of Belgium - also local beers) and just look at the world through rosy shades of a city neophyte.
Then you might get into a little bit of a funk. When you already saw all the sights, learned the necessary metro stations and got into a routine, you hit that part of adaptation, when you are neither here nor there - not a tourist anymore, but still not a local.
Until THAT day comes. (Please, read also The sense of HOME)
The day when you suddenly feel like you belong, for the first time.
The day when everything around you feels very nice and familiar, like the city accepted you finally.


