I could’ve walked and walked, and I would’ve never felt lost. The freedom of being unknown, the freedom of the present. The freedom to live without the consequences, or  the responsibility of tomorrow. Reality never quite felt the same after the flight back home. I never was able to fully be able to feel comfortable in daily life, when daily life was once a magical dream that you could not wake up from. A place where you truly felt at home because you knew it was impossible to actually ever make it a home. Some might call me childish, some might say I don’t want to grow up.  Maybe it’s true.

I actually got lost that day, somewhere in a tiny street of Paris. I was trying to get to the tower without following the signpost or the directions. All I could see was the tip of the monument, and I wanted to get to it just by looking at it and walking towards it.  But the streets aren’t straight and narrow, they swerve around only to bring you back further the way you came from. Finally, I resolved to ask for help. I walked into a beauty parlor and asked a  kind Parisian lady who then assured me to keep walking straight…I was on the right path.Just keep walking straight, it’s only a few minutes more, she said.

…and there it was again! The old rusted piece of metal pointing straight at the sky.

I was by myself that day, but I did not feel alone.