Surreal, Cereal?

This morning I woke up in my French apartment, had a bowl of Special K (Noisettes et Amandes) and read some Vogue Paris in bed. Still so unreal. Even doing ordinary things is extraordinary here. I walk around the city in awe, every day, and with a constant awareness of how lucky I am. I've been trying to take it all in, but simultaneously realizing how humanly impossible it is to do so. I notice locals everyone, unfazed, going about their quotidian lives in this ancient city, shopping and eating and enjoying, almost as if they were unaware that the rest of the world isn't like this. That's not to say that the Bordelais don't have a strong connection or pride in their city, culture, etc. of course.I am simply trying to understand the different lenses through which people look when traveling or living somewhere. I recall now noticing tourists in Los Angeles while running errands or meeting friends, and later attempting to look at my city with the eyes of a visitor. I think that's when I realized that I could never live permanently anywhere else, because I could never have such a deep attachment with another city. As much as I could love and admire a new place, I could never have the same connection with it as I do with my hometown. Still, I wonder if I will ever adapt enough to take the beauty and history of this city for granted...

1 comment:

  1. You are right on, Anushka
    I have traveled extensively during the last 20 years and can tell you one thing- doesn't matter where I go and how much I like a new place, I always come back home kissing walls at the Bradley International.
    There is truly no place like US in the world. God bless us all and have fun in my favorite foreign country.