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Isn't it nice to wake up, turn on your phone and see that you got 10 texts, 10 WhatsApp voice messages and another 10 missed calls? Ah, the appeal of popularity. But for all the wrong reasons...







They were all my mom's and dad's and some were from the real estate agency I rented my appartment at. After having read the texts, I did not even do the effort to listen to the voice messages, for they were all saying the same thing. It started quite reasonable, really: How was it? Did you get home safely? But it quickly escalated into 5 question marks: Are you home????? Elise????? You promised to text me when you got home!!!!!
Whenever I used to go out in Ghent, my parents hardly ever asked me if I got home safely. But since I was in Nice, or apparently, The Bronx, they were panicking because at 9 o'clock in the morning, I had not yet sent them a message because of the simple reason that I was still asleep and unaware of that fact that, at that very moment, they were not only calling me, but also the estate agency and were probably considering calling Child Focus. 

Luckily, it did not come to that, because I woke up to the sound of knocks on the door. It was my real estate agent who came to check on me and see if I was alive after receiving a concerned call from my mom. I don't know if there exists a more embarassing way to start off your first day on Erasmus? 

I immediately called my mom to prevent her from having a cardiac arrest or calling the police. After numerous apologies for not texting her even though I promised (and after another two-hour phone call about how my first night was), I finally got to explore the city! 




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