Paris.

For some odd reason, I really want to be there right now. And not just a quickie trip like the last time (which was 11 whole years ago), but actually to be there, to enjoy it, to savour it, to eat everything, to smell the coffee and croissants, to not have to worry about the money thing…

I love my life. I just wish I could travel more. And for the first time, weirdly, I wish there was someone to travel with.

It must be age.

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