Today feels different. The sun’s light, despite my blinds being drawn, slowly radiates into my apartment. Freedom is on the horizon. A cautious freedom, one would say. There is still work to be done—papers to write, forms to complete, applications to await—you know, the usual stuff.
I can finally venture out into the beautiful city of Paris, France, again, but that time won’t come any time soon. I have work to complete. Once this work is finished—this paper on Eurocentric beauty standards—we will move from there and into the summer. I have love in my heart.
I love my family. I love my friends. I love my unknown love. The day will soon come when I will be able to share that love with someone of great importance. Great things are coming. I have decided to pursue a Ph.D. to complete my formal academic journey in this world. This feels good.
I can feel the opportunity in my veins. I can smell the opportunity in the air again. Some suspect it to be sulfur as a result of last night’s rains, but I don’t look at it like that. We’ll consider it a metaphorical smell, a metaphorical sensation that I feel in the elements.
This is a cautious freedom. Health precautions are necessary as the Coronavirus (COVID-19) is still in the air, and my thoughts and prayers are with everyone currently facing this viral pandemic, but I am ready to breathe this newfound, refound freedom in. I’m ready.
Paris, we meet again.
At last.
It feels to good to catch some of the city’s beautiful familiar after staying home for most of the time. Awesome post
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