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.
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It feels to good to catch some of the city’s beautiful familiar after staying home for most of the time. Awesome post