I have been so restless and upset with everything that’s happening so I would like to remind myself of the things that I look forward to once we are granted freedom to live somewhat freely again.
Like being at the beach during sunset. The sand beneath my feet, the gentle salty breeze against my skin and the euphonous sound of waves crashing against the shore. How the ocean spreads out across the horizon as far as my eyes could see and the vibrant yet soothing streaks of colours that smeared across the canvas of the sky. Pink, orange, red, dispersed beautifully. The boisterous laughter of the adults, the carefree laughter of the children, the trees dancing to the rhythmic sound of the waves. Even when I am hours away from the sea, I have mentally captured such moments enough to relive it every now and then especially during times like this.
Or, the scent of coffee and stale pastries that hang languidly in the airport lounge as I wheel my luggage to the assigned gate for departure. Right before I am about to embark on an adventure that awaits me. Oh, the burning excitement of going to new places. How your long list of commitments and responsibilities and worries are temporarily left behind the moment the plane takes off. Or when the airplane lands upon the tarmac and the seatbelt sign is finally off and the only burden you ought to carry is your luggage.
Paris. I love the smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries and croissants from the boulangeries as I walk down the street, the quintessential Parisian cafés along the streets of St Germain, effortlessly beautiful French women in summer dresses, the breeze in my hair as I lounge in Jardin du Luxembourg. There is just something so picturesque about the Haussmann architecture, even during the rain, I just find it absolutely stunning. Truthfully, Paris isn’t for everyone. You’ll either love it or hate it. The piquant smell of piss, the ghastly sense of security, the fact that there isn’t much to see besides the Eiffel and the Notre Dame for those who seek for monuments. And despite it all, every time I decide to go to that part of the world, Paris is just a place I could not and would not miss.
Travels with my mother. The petty arguments, the deep meaningful conversations. Our travels have always been somewhat spiritually awakening. Something I desperately need once we are allowed to travel again. It is not about the destination so much when I am with her. It is the journey that I have grown to miss so desperately.
Or something awfully simple like being able to dine out or going to a shopping mall to do absolutely nothing. #governmentbodo
Do tell me, what are the things that you look forward to?