There are days when I feel this feeling lurking within me.
Sometimes it manifests as the restlessness to go out and explore every corner of this huge magnificent city.
Sometimes it comes as the tingling discomfort and excitement of experiencing so many new things all at once.
And some days, like when I went back to Henri Marc and enjoyed the gorgeously sunny just-nice-wintery day from behind a glass panel, at a window seat, with the company of a latte and vintage settings, the feeling emerges as a sense of surrealness, tinged with disbelief and wonder at the fact that I am actually here.
I hope this feeling never goes away. It’s a constant reminder for me to grasp every moment, to cherish and savor every detail and emotion, to embed all these into my memory, for this too shall pass.
Along Life's Path 