I don’t know about you but when I was younger many days after returning from a beautiful holiday, I was consumed by an incredible sadness. Therefore my Mum had to soothe my little soul every night in order for me to be able to go to sleep. Nowadays, I still get quite sad leaving some place beautiful. However, by now I know that I am able to return to the place or at least I will be going to somewhere equally as beautiful in no time.
Isn’t it weird, I was always wondering if I don’t like home even though it is the most beautiful space I can imagine to have grown up in. Other days, I am certain that I simply have a wandering soul. Sometimes, I imagine my soul being lost and being on its journey to find itself. Often times, this place is somewhere closer to the sea, somewhere closer to the stars or somewhere quite serene.
As I returned from my favourite spot on earth yesterday, I am taking my time to adjust. However, I do not have too much time left here at my families home. Paris is waiting for me and other places are about to follow. For now, I will return to my world of podcasts, books, images, videos and written stories, dreaming myself away and preparing for my next physical journey. I think