As I am writing this I am sitting in my almost-empty Parisian apartment (not counting the ridicilous amount of suitcases and boxes awaiting the time of departure). And I have come to the point that I feel ready to move out and go home (note to myself: wait until you réally close the door behind you, you're acting all tough now). This last week has been all about goodbyes, packing, cleaning, and other practical activities which have probably already unconsciously shifted my thoughts from Paris back to Amsterdam. Though I am not certain how life will be once I am back home, the idea of exploring my new "me" in my own town, excites me (yes, moving abroad for 10,5 months changes your values and beliefs in certain ways). And while I am trying to put my thoughts into words here, I wonder if I could ever make you understand what an impact it has been. Not only because of the new influences I have come across, but also thanks to the move of the trusted, the familiar back home.
On less confusing and complex news today, an outfit shot while doing the thing I love most in Paris. Enjoying a long stroll along the Seine...
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