I’ve successfully made peace with the fact there are people who’ll think me crazy till the end of time. Some of my friends will, too. But the one thing I’ve come to realize is that if I’m not happy with my decisions, no one’s approval can possibly fix it.
As some of you know, I had tickets to France ready at hand—both ways, Nantes and Toulouse, with Bordeaux squeezed in the middle. Croissants, green lanes and fountains scattered around large squares—I nearly broke my chair by my restless fidgeting.
The plane left and landed in Nantes yesterday—just as I received my daily portion of curry at @mezisrnky
. I had not boarded it, and have not regretted it since. There’s always, always another side to the pre-travel glee: there’s uncontrollable fear of heights and anxiety of a person who isn’t writing her thesis, although she should. This all weighed upon me like a good old stone from folktales (they would all try to swim with it), and once I got a gut feeling I should stay, I doubted but little. I, ladies and gentlemen, stayed, and knew perfectly well someone would think it their duty to call me a fool. And hey, I sure am one. A happy one at that. ✋🏻
So here’s my bit of love for wet streets of Venice—and you, too. Have a wonderful evening there, and if anyone’s had a gut feeling story, do share; it’s not just me being superstitious, is it? 👣
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