Sitting in the main hall of the Brussels Commune – 3rd hour of an interminable wait, only to tell them that I’m changing address. Of course this will be followed by a police visit to verify the address change, and finally yet another eternal morning at the commune to make the change on our cards. It is all part of the Rube Goldbergesque machinery of local bureaucracy. The good news is that the system works, so one does not quite feel trapped in a Kafka novel.
The endings phase is well underway. Things are going pretty smoothly thus far. Having had as much time as I did to fully process the idea before ‘outing’ it, I have been feeling as if it is a small step. I guess I have unconsciously taken so many small steps towards the door in the last year, that on finding myself at the door looking out it was easy to take another one
I am being complimented for my courage, but can’t see that it took courage – just a series of small additive decisions that hung together. The biggest one of these decisions was of course INSEAD, where I got a flavor of the outside world, and discovered that my comfortable milieu did not have a monopoly on good, salt of the earth people – you can find them in many places if you look.
It feels like stepping out of a biosphere and realizing you were in a simulated reality. I feel like Jim Carey in The Truman Show, at the point where he discovers that the horizon is a canvas sheet and a floodlight.
Notes to Self 
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