travel recharge.

As a young girl, I was obsessed with Paris.  It’s all I could ever talk about.  I used to dream about writing a book there (ok, so maybe I still do)..
 About six or seven years ago, my mom and I took a trip to Switzerland to visit family and friends.  We literally had two days left in our trip when we decided to hop on a train and spend the day in Paris.  Besides the fact that this trip would make my life, my mom also had never been and I could tell the idea was just as thrilling for her.  And so we left to spend a few precious hours in the city of my dreams.

It’s amazing what one can accomplish in just a few hours.  We had a beautiful walk around the city, went up the Eiffel tower and had a lovely meal with just enough time to make it back to the train station.  It was everything I thought it would be and more.  Years later I would revisit the city on my own with more than enough time to explore but nothing could ever top that first time.  It was the moment I fell in love, not only with Paris, but travel itself.  I fell in love with the energy it brought to my soul.  I could certainly use that energy now.  The freedom to wander, discover and just be.  I mean we all could, right?

xo N

One thought on “travel recharge.

  1. Des

    So well stated. There is no experience like travelling and living abroad. I lived in Asia for a year and it was strange how I developed an Asian identity while I was there which was different from my American identity. I mean I was the same person of course but the friends I chose, the activities I pursued, and the things I enjoyed in Asia were different than what I liked back home in the US.

    I guess what I'm saying is that there is a Vancouver Nadia and a Parisian Nadia. You have a different identity when you're in Paris. I'm sure if someone met you in Paris, and then saw you back home in Vancouver they might believe you were different or had changed.

    I'm endlessly fascinated about expatriate culture and living abroad and how it affects people so I apologize for the length of this comment.


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