This
morning I took a cab to the airport, and as the car was flying through the
empty streets of Paris, I remembered all these times when I took my bags and
travelled to another part of the world. Several times to Asia, and this time to
another new place for me, New York City… There’s this moment when you’ve got
all your stuff with you, you’re not off yet but you’re already travelling, this
moment is full of expectations and makes my heart beats a little bit faster. I’m
feeling alive now, more than before, because I know that things that I’m not
expecting will happen, I will meet new people, see new faces, exchange smiles
around a drink and stories from the other side of the world. So when I’m in the
car going to the airport, it’s the expectation of all of this happening that
overcomes the fright of travelling on my own to an unknown place, and I feel
the beat of my heart thumping in pace with the world outside. I feel alive, it’s
my time, and it’s now.
