My first successful outing: I set out from home alone and made my way to De Theewinkel (tea shop) to satisfy a craving for caffeine. From there I wandered up the street, located the correct KU Leuven building, and found the right classroom for a 4pm philosophy lecture. You might say that I’m “auditing” this one particular class, if a non-student slipping into the back row unnoticed is considered auditing. There Jake and I met up.

Venturing out alone was a bit of a thrill, even if only a few city blocks. It felt bold and exhilarating, like I was getting away with something. Isn’t that how it feels to roam freely through a new city? The expat existence doesn’t quite feel permissible. It feels like unlawful, sordid, illicit activity.