With one of my favourite persons we decided to go to Giverny together on a (very hot) Saturday in early August. I was beyond excited to go there because I’ve never been, and going there has always been a dream of mine.
This is an excerpt of what I wrote during these two odd months of quarantine. Journaling helped me process everything I was feeling.
I spent a day exploring Versailles in late July and no one was there. That was quite a dream !
As I walked down the street a couple of months ago, I was struckby how easily I could forget about a past situation and even a past life.As if I fell in place with my new routine, my new life and thus completely erased the past from my memory. I am not saying I am