I have one week to pack all my things, clean my apartment and leave it spotless for the next person to come.
I’ve always hated packing. I usually talk someone into keeping me company while I do it. It’s something that makes me anxious because there’s so much you have to think about.
This time is different. It’s actually quite simple. All I have to do is to empty this room into my 3 suitcases.
Yet, I’m still anxious. No matter how much I try I’ll never fit all I want in my 3 cases because the person who arrived in France in September is definitely not the one leaving soon and the latter is a lot richer.
So I can’t take people or places or even objects I’ve become attached to but I leave with heart, mind and soul full of:
- personal growth
- more indepence
- laughter and tears
- a new language I’ve grown to love
- a thousand new sensations
- more patience
- more respect
- higher understanding of the world around me
- perception of a bigger world
- a lot of love
The more I travel, the more I want to travel. Can’t wait to keep venturing into our crazy, hectic, beautiful world.