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July 10 - Au Revoir


I had really meant to write a more detailed post on my last day/night in France. But turns out there is such a thing as too much red wine! Blame that on this erratic picture on my blog today. After a big long lunch with Patricia and Céline, the yoga teachers of Bergerac I have spoken about earlier on this blog, we stopped by at the Cloister of the Récollets. This gorgeous square in old town Bergerac that hosts jazz concerts and all sorts of lovely evenings.

I have mixed feelings about leaving France, but i am also eager to get onto the next journey. The part of my army upbringing that is responsible for me adjusting to new people and situations, is also responsible for me being able to let go of things rather easily. Or maybe to know that every beginning has an end, that every station in life is temporary. When it has taught you what it wanted to, you have to pack up and leave to your next destination and to the next set of learnings. That is what i usually end up feeling about leaving places. People not so much, they stay with me a tad bit longer, but very rarely have I had crazy nostalgia about a place. i miss certain aspects of living in Singapore - Teh C and Kaya Toast is one of them but I do not crave for the life I lead there. I see that as a chapter that is closed and parts of it as being inaccessible, and I move on - mentally and physically.

As much as it pains me to say it. Tomorrow is the last day for me to enjoy some more croissants. And then, Im off sugar and butter until the end of the year ! Just joking - maybe I'll start post my birthday for a month. Maybe, peut être.

Bonne Nuit.

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