i've been back in paris for a week now and it does feel like being back home. i find this quite interesting given the fact that i've only lived here for four months; and that four months have gone by very quickly. i don't know if i am just so eager to attach myself anywhere but finland or if paris just sits well with me - either way, i am happy to be back.
and this doesn't ofcourse mean that everything would be perfect. it doesn't mean that it's all fun and games or that i wouldn't get sad or confused or angry; it doesn't mean that i would know what i am doing or even what i want.
and that is fine, really, because i wouldn't expect it to be any other way.
but the things i do know - that it is such an inspiring environment here, that i like my coffee black now, that i can find things i'm proper excited about, that i want to learn the language, that i again have the need and want to do something of my own - these things are enough for me to know that this is a good place to be right now.
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