My Cup Keeps Filling
It has been four days since I got back to France. Silence, sleep, eat, repeat. Trying to let it all settle in my body. To assimilate what the last three weeks actually were. Travel was never really part of my world, not even intentional, and yet this year something has clearly shifted. It feels like the gods decided otherwise, and my suitcase has barely cooled off before it’s open again on the floor. This time