This train is
Moving’
But my heart is stationary

Every morning, when it’s still dark outside, I’m on my train, heading to Leuven. And every morning, I listen to one of my favorite albums. Lately, I’ve been listening to Bonobo’s Black Sands album almost every day.

So last week, when I was sitting on the train (headphones on, eyes closed), I was listening to Bonobo again. After about half an hour, when the train conductor came by to get my ticket checked, I took off my headphones. Suddenly, I noticed I heard my music playing out loud. Like, really loud. Not like: I can hear the bass-loud. No, it was more like: I can sing along-loud. Um, that’s not normal, right?

The following happened: while putting them on, the cable to my headphones must have unplugged itself for some reason. When I didn’t hear the music playing (which was normal, because headphones mute the noises around you), I put it louder with the corollary that the whole train compartment I was sitting in, eyes closed, was listening to Bonobo together with me. While I was taking a nap. Ha! ^^

Pretty embarrassing, no?

Classic Deborah (:

It is 3 hours past your bedtime!

I love sleep. Actually, who doesn’t? Sleep is mad good and power naps can really make my day. Hooray for naps, down with productivity.  Sleep is super important. Everybody knows that. But let me rephrase it… good sleep is super important. That’s better. It hits the refresh button on my brain and makes my face slightly less vampire-ish. A good sleep, is awesome. As I wrote you before, I go to bed at twelve o’clock, and I get up at six o’clock.

So, what’s myproblem then? Well, the problem is something that makes my sleep hard to come by. The problem, my dear reader, is…the neighbours baby boy. To be honest, it’s not a baby boy anymore, it’s a 1,5 years old one and lately (ok, I admit it, it started about a year ago), that boy likes to keep me (an my brother and sister) awake at night. Since then, I got pretty used to baby crying, but last week, I had a night of only three  hours sleep. Three. Hours. The next day was a working day, so you can imagine that it wasn’t a very productive day.

My sister complained in a long letter, and we didn’t hear our neighbors for some time. But yesterday, we bumped in to the neighbors wife, and now I’m pretty sure the word ‘evil bitch’ was invented especially for her. If she could, she would have killed me with the look in her eyes. Her bloodshot eyes with a collection of puffiness collected underneath them, that is. Despite the fact that I’m sorry for her (and her husband), I don’t think it’s normal that I’m widely awake in the middle of the night, watching the ceiling and waiting to get up.

There’s something special about pie, don’t you think?

Pie is a quite mysterious dessert. Until the moment you cut into it, the inside is one big question mark. This is unlike a cake or tart, which reveals immediately it’s identity from the moment you just take a glance at it. I really like the ‘surprise’ aspect of pies, so I decided to try and bake one once again. The moment my pie came out of the oven, an instant smell of sugar and warmth filled my kitchen.

The traditional apple pie is absolutely my favourite, but if I really had to choose another one, I would most probably lean towards a summerish cherry pie. With a large scoop of vanilla ice cream that is. A good pie starts with its good crust. Unfortunately, this isn’t as easy as it may look like. I love to try out different recipes concerning this crust and I am pleased to say that I found the perfect one in the Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook.

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I’m a morning person.
Actually, I might also be an evening person. Or maybe I’m just being a weird person.

I like to get up early and I like to go to bed really late. Those two moments make my day. Everyday. Knowing my day already has started before lots of other people’s days and knowing my day ends after most of other people’s days, makes me feel kinda special.

My day starts at 6 o’clock. That’s the time I get up. An extensive breakfast later, I find myself riding my bike next to the river towards the Ghent train station. This is my favorite part of the day.

During those bicycle rides, I love to wonder what stories are going on in the big old houses which I pass by. Peeking through the windows, I always see different scenes. From people having breakfast to people kissing each other goodbye, I like them all and I like to imagine the things they are saying to each other, playing with my imagination (:

Suddenly, I’m on my train, heading to Leuven. A city of which I pity I didn’t know it earlier. My train slices through Brussels and lots of green fields. I often close my eyes, but most of the times, I just sit there listening to music.

On those moments, my mind wanders off again. Looking through the window and watching the sun rise, I finally realize the day has started.