Here I am again, not knowing where I’m off to next. Calling myself a nomad, a wanderer.

It’s crazy to think that for the last six months I could see myself living in Paris for a long time. I didn’t have a lot of questions coming in and out of my mind. I was almost certain Paris was the right city for me. I did my best to keep on going. It was hard though… I found myself packing boxes and suitcases every one/two months. I tried my best to call my place a home. I almost made it. I was very close.

But I got lost on the way.