Jun 18
Paris was lovely to visit for the second time, caught up on what i missed the last time… but Marseille is the city that truly fascinated me.
If Paris is a finely dressed beautiful lady sipping her espresso in the cafe by the sidewalk, then Marseille is a sunny proud sailor, the man of men, full of exciting stories of his adventures.
I am still lost as to what is the meaning of traveling to me, but I enjoy feeling the ambience of a city, soaking in its culture…and somehow that changes my world too? When I encounter news or stories of that city again, images come to my head. I feel there is an invisible string that ties me to the people, to the places i visited, and I feel closer to them for some reasons.
Then, I came back to UK, and felt… I am home?! lol maybe this is also the meaning of traveling, when you finally come back to “home” and know what a home means to you.
and in a month’s time, I am going to be finally home for good, after 6 long years of “traveling”. I know I am going back with new eyes, and my world has become bigger, what other adventures entail? I do not know… but I will be home, yes I will be home.
