This, My People … this song right here …

This is how I feel when it comes to travel … how well Dido sums this up for me. But. You need to replace all the “you’s” in here with places, that’s how I think of it as. This should be totally normal since I’m the girl who literally thinks of Paris as a living, breathing being.

You … becoming a place … what would Freud have to say about that?

It’s all my trips where I return, assuming the whole world around me must have changed … that nothing can be the same, because I’m not the same.

Yet.

Life continues. Seemingly the same. Knowing it’s not … that while it might appear to be a consistent conundrum, there is much change in motion. Constantly.

Still. I cannot break off from the journey.

There is some part of me in Paris … Nice … Madrid, Virgin Gorda, Jost Van Dyke … all the places that have touched a part of me … I remain.