Torn between the urge to ask me and desire travel, stay in constant motion, never wonder about the sense of what I do, I say. There is this feeling of needing to be a place for good to take a job, seeing my friends, going to the movies, make plans in the future as "buy an apartment" or "get a promotion." To see my family on weekends, buy a dog, go to Ikea to find a new shelf to find books at Fnac every week me walk on the Pont des Arts on Sunday.
And then there's this other feeling, the one who frightened by the prospect of being trapped in a cycle, makes me always moving, always changing. All my little life I have always chosen ways that upset my life: I went to a school where I knew nobody, I purposely chose a preparation in a different city than my hometown, I landed in a school without a friend. And each time, I rebuilt , inching away, creating connections, discovering new personalities. Learner. Then I went alone to the Netherlands and one in India. Yet. To find people incredible and a desire to live that I had never experienced.
Yet I still wonder every day what is the way forward? Is there a way best de faire les choses? Puis-je constamment bouger? Puis-je survivre en m'installant enfin quelquepart? Comment puis-je devenir celle que j'aspire à être ?
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