one of the most beautiful and timeless cities in the world.
Memories make me realise the length and breath of my experiences, the rich life I have lived and the person I have become (am becoming)...
As I traveled, I gazed out of the train window as it glided past through the Swiss Alps this afternoon and just before I entered my charming Parisian abode in Rue Beauregard in Ile de France, I started thinking...
In 2007, I traveled to Florence to pursue my life long dream 'to live and love' like an Italian. It was an enriching and inspiring time and even after I returned to Melbourne, I continued to nurture, believe and invest in these dreams. Over the last six years I have been true to myself, and pursued my heart and dreams. When I left Milan/Italy this morning I felt nostalgic, but satiated.
Outside twilight has began to descend upon a gloomy sky and it's raining lightly. Inside, the apartment is illuminated with soft candles and amber light. I can hear the sound of some cars across the street scape. I feel the stillness in the air. My hair is still a little damp from the rain, my white linen dress possibly soiled and my french conversation skills I fear need more than just dusting off. Despite all of this I feel safe, calm and content.
It's been a BIG six months and the last 5 weeks has been all about agenda's, engaging conversations and analysing art and cultural events. Amazing, beautiful and precious, but now that it is over, I'm happy to just be guided by my senses, and go wherever inspiration takes me. I am looking forward to being in Europe (Paris and Cassel), as a 'tourist' and at the end of my 'hol-i-day' (as Jamilla always so joy-fully proclaims), with the knowledge and understanding of my experiences in Italy, I will be looking forward to returning to Melbourne and planting my feet on terra-firma. To breathe in the sea air, and gaze out at the horizon across Port Phillip Bay. To see what comes of all of this, and to welcome new beginnings and uncharted dreams.
