When the streets went from being completely unknown to passingly familiar, I knew my weekend was drawing to a close.
This is always a sad thing - when things become familiar and you feel yourself slipping back into your old life. Is this what Nantes has become then, my old life? It's true I have become more comfortable here lately, slowly carving a niche. I realize now I could live like this for longer than my 5 months here.
But still there is a little voice inside me that says Nantes isn't where I really belong and I've come to trust this voice these past few years. I remind myself that in a little over a month it will be time to move on to Paris for my summer program. And on 27 May when I take that TGV to Paris it will be time to leave this all behind, to shed another skin.
Sometimes I worry that this will be my life: a constant need to leave places and people behind, a path of old forgotten skins.
This is always a sad thing - when things become familiar and you feel yourself slipping back into your old life. Is this what Nantes has become then, my old life? It's true I have become more comfortable here lately, slowly carving a niche. I realize now I could live like this for longer than my 5 months here.
But still there is a little voice inside me that says Nantes isn't where I really belong and I've come to trust this voice these past few years. I remind myself that in a little over a month it will be time to move on to Paris for my summer program. And on 27 May when I take that TGV to Paris it will be time to leave this all behind, to shed another skin.
Sometimes I worry that this will be my life: a constant need to leave places and people behind, a path of old forgotten skins.
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