I have been living in France for a little over six months now, and while I have only written a few posts about my life here and about the places to see here, it almost feels that talking about France is getting old as well.
I went here with the goal of knowing more about myself after a trying time in my life, and I have definitely found healing here. I have been humbled to the core and I have resurfaced a much better person. And yet, there is something missing---that which I no longer long for, proves to haunt me at the present.
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The post above was something I wrote a couple of weeks ago. It was something that I thought Icould not continue...I was thinking that maybe it was something hormonal. Lately, the feelings that I started feeling a couple of weeks ago has been lingering. While my hormones are abnormal at the moment, I also believe that something has changed inside me. I don`t know exactly what and why, but it has made me feel quite confused.
All I know for certain at this point is that I am changing...evolving...and at times I can no longer pinpoint in what direction I am headed to. Am I just floating? Am I really wasting my time? Or all this searching has a meaningful reward in the end?
Do all good stories really have to end? How do we start a new one? Is it as easy as turning the page?
