Upon arriving home many people have asked me, "how was your trip?" and the only response I can seem to give is "it was good." I know everyone is expecting to hear these magical stories, but my words do no justice.
I didn't go to Paris searching for something like the expatriates before myself, but what I returned home with is indescribable.
I'm not sure if what I gained from this trip was indeed something I was searching for only to be revealed at another time..
I know that there's a reason for everything and that God works in mysterious ways..and that this will all make sense in time.
Paris was healing.
Paris is healing.
In one of our many heart-to-hearts I disclosed to the group that I struggle with attachments. I get attached to people, to places, and at times the attachments inhibit my growth and development as a human.
I am so attached to Paris and I can't come to grasps why exactly. This attatchment feels so different.
I rarely feel comfortable.
I rarely feel as if I'm able to truly be myself.
In Paris I was whatever I wanted to be.
Tye said it best when she said she was homesick for a place that wasn't home.
Perhaps it was the people, or maybe it was the magic of the city itself.
Maybe it was the taste of what life has in store for me.
For once I felt at peace.
I felt inspired. motivated.
By the city, by the people, by my friends who have now become family.
I felt like nothing and everything.
I didn't go to Paris searching for something like the expatriates before myself, but what I returned home with is indescribable.
I'm not sure if what I gained from this trip was indeed something I was searching for only to be revealed at another time..
I know that there's a reason for everything and that God works in mysterious ways..and that this will all make sense in time.
Paris was healing.
Paris is healing.
In one of our many heart-to-hearts I disclosed to the group that I struggle with attachments. I get attached to people, to places, and at times the attachments inhibit my growth and development as a human.
I am so attached to Paris and I can't come to grasps why exactly. This attatchment feels so different.
I rarely feel comfortable.
I rarely feel as if I'm able to truly be myself.
In Paris I was whatever I wanted to be.
Tye said it best when she said she was homesick for a place that wasn't home.
Perhaps it was the people, or maybe it was the magic of the city itself.
Maybe it was the taste of what life has in store for me.
For once I felt at peace.
I felt inspired. motivated.
By the city, by the people, by my friends who have now become family.
I felt like nothing and everything.