The last week or so has been a whirlwind, and I am bone tired, but mostly, it’s been a good kind of whirlwind. I have spent the last May Bank Holiday weekend with my children and relatives near Montpellier, and the three days are a blur of trying to fit fifteen people around the dinner table, rubbing cream onto toasted shoulders, guitars, flute and singing under a starry sky, and enough sand to build a small castle on my bedroom floor when I unpacked our bags.
Then, I had a visit from a secondary school friend … Twenty five years ago, we lived in a Parisian suburb, were preoccupied by the theorem of Thalès and pimples, the future looked both far and immense. We were very close. Now, he lives in Peru, is full of fascinating tales about hiking up and down the Andes, and we bump into each other every 5 years or so. His private life hasn’t been easy, but he seems to have found some stability at last.
Likewise, I have lived most of my adult life abroad, and it almost feels like I have landed back in France randomly, single, and with two beautiful children.
Still, I too feel like stability and a new, more grown-up sort of contentment are within reach these days. Could I finally be leaving my teenage behind? I’ll leave you with that shocking thought, and a cool song.
To Sébastien who made me want to travel again.
Soma – The brightest side