There’s jazz piano music playing in the background. The French, the German and the Irish are bantering with the French flatmate’s mother who arrived as a surprise last night. Glasses of wine are being passed round. The German has just discovered the French flatmates speak some German. Suddenly there’s a flood of German, French and English flying around the room intermixed with hearty laughter. Welcome to the dream flat: my reality.
When I came over to look for flats in late February, I was torn about what I wanted for living arrangements. Having lived solo in Japan for 2 years, I wondered if I could actually deal with other people or if I’d lost that ability. However, I was also aware of how international Brussels is and as a friend had described to me, “it’s Erasmus take 2”. It was an opportunity to meet lots of internationals and bask in the never-ending mix of background, culture and language. In the end, I decided to move into a 6-person flat purely based on how close it was to my workplace in Schuman.
When I moved in, there were 2.
Three Germans later, there are 6.
“We measure how long we’ve been here by the number of Germans” my Irish flatmate Louise explained to me on my first weekend in Brussels.
It wasn’t long before the reality of this initially odd statement kicked in. As a German trainee with DPA – the Deutsch Press Agency – one month of your two year traineeship is spent at the IPA – International Press Agency – in Brussels. Our landlord has an agreement with the DPA whereby each of their trainees live in a room in his house during this one-month stay in Belgium. This same house is where Ross, Louise, Jo, Marine and myself now abide.
First there was Sebastian. Then there was Teresa. And now there is Marco. Although the rotating Germans change the make-up of the flat on a monthly basis, there’s a small sense of continuity as they all know each other and go on to work alongside each other in Berlin when they return to Germany.
3 Germans in, and I couldn’t have asked for a better group of people. Not only do we get on, but we spend a lot of time together; “family time” as German number 2 Teresa named it. Home isn’t just somewhere to sleep; it’s somewhere I want to be.