There’s something almost poetic about comtemplating all your belongings packed in boxes in front of you. You can start questioning if you really need them. If they define you. You feel detached. And…in my case, you just want to put everything on fire and run. But that’s just me…
Nothing
There’s not much I can do today, sitting at my desk. Silence is everywhere, although I’m surrounded by people. Maybe the time stopped in the building. Big planes keep on flying above me and everytime I see one land, I think of the contrast between being inside the thing, feeling each movement, and outside, wondering how such a big roaring machine can be carried by air. And I love imagining the travelers who are still in between two countries, two spaces.
Everything!
I need to get rid of a lot of things since I’m moving next week, but I feel like getting rid of…everything!
Wouldn’t it be great to have only a backpack, that’s it, that’s all?
I might do that actually. End up with the backpack on my…back. And a plane ticket. Something’s got to change.
Random question
Do you write less on your blog since you’ve been using Twitter?
Vitesse
Je ne sais pas qui a dit que “la vie est un long fleuve tranquille”, mais je ne ressens pas du tout ça. J’ai plutôt l’impression que ma vie a été mise sur pause ou se déroulait au ralenti ces derniers mois, et maintenant je suis en mode “fast forward”. Ça va même un peu trop vite à mon goût, mais je ne me plaindrai pas. Le ralenti aurait pu continuer pendant des mois.
Je ne sais pas si c’est avec l’âge que la vie devient plus calme, plus stable. Ou si ça varie d’un individu à un autre. Et puis, on n’a pas forcément envie que les choses soient stables non plus. Ça demande certes moins d’énergie, mais certains d’entre nous préfèrent en dépenser et se sentir plus vivants.
Qu’en pensez-vous?
Too much information
With all the blogs I want to read and all the posts I want to comment on, plus the news, plus all sorts of things, how can I find the time to read everything AND blog too ?
I’ve been using Google Reader for a while and I love it, but with more then 1000 new updates a day, I have to delete everything when I have barely gone through a third of it…I usually take an hour in the morning to reply to urgent messages and to do my reading for the day, but an hour is not enough anymore.
What do you do? Just ignore many things? Spend more time on the web?
Rien à faire
J’ai beau me dire que je dois me laisser du temps et me réhabituer à Montréal, je n’arrive pas à sortir mon dernier voyage de la tête. J’ai bel et bien eu un coup de foudre pour Londres, et j’ai envie de passer du temps à Lausanne, pas à 5000 kilomètres de là, sur un autre continent.
Je me rends vraiment compte à quel point je me sens seule au Québec. Ce n’est pas une solitude insurmontable, et j’aime encore la ville aux mille clocher, mais cette vie m’épuise maintenant.
J’avais abandonné l’idée que ce voyage clarifie quoi que ce soit mais, en fait, les choses deviennent de plus en plus claires.
Quand j’ai vu Montréal depuis l’avion, je me suis réjouie, bien sûr, mais pas de la même manière qu’avant. Ça m’a fait plaisir de la voir parce que je l’aime et que je l’aimerai toujours, mais il est temps que je m’en aille. Pas pour toujours, pas forcément. Je sens que quelque chose me pousse très fort, et je me donne le droit de me laisser emporter.
Lovely coincidence
Waiting for my gate to appear on the screen at Gatwick, I started to chat with a girl who was on the same flight. We walked to the gate together and started to chat. As the plane was half empty, we decided to sit next to each other. It turns out she’s a translator…
Her and her mom gave me a ride home, we exchanged emails and I told her I’d keep in touch so we could go have a coffee sometime. Today, I was walking on Saint-Laurent after my yoga class and I bumped into her. Life’s funny.
A quote as a gift
“It is worse to stay where one does not belong at all than to wander about lost for a while and looking for the psychic and soulful kinship one requires. It is never a mistake to search for what one requires. Never.”
Women who run with the Wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estes
If or when?
If I come back to Switzerland.
When I’ll come back to Switzerland.
For years, I’ve used both of them not knowing which one was the best and feeling uncomfortable. In the beginning, I’d use “if”. Now, it’s definitly “when”.
But when? How? Where? (For I say Europe now.)
Why even thinking of going to an other European country? Because going home still feels like not evolving, and because a third country might give me a whole new perspective on Switzerland and Canada. But have you seen how I used “home”?!
Yes, you can laugh, and I do too. I’m enjoying myself very much.
