I just can't seem to get that year right. Granted it usually takes me a while to change the year in my head, is that normal? So I have spent the entirety of this last year in France. Yes, I traveled here and there, but I never went back to the states to refuel. Even those times when I was homeless, France has been my home.
I've also stopped writing since I have been here. I think it has to do with feeling at home here; the uncommon becomes so common place. My eyes always glance downward, never looking up. Perception is a very active thing, is it not? I think there is excitement and adventure in everyday life, all around us, but when you get comfortable you don't look for it anymore.
Life is so fascinating when you think about it. All you have to do is look out for it. My biggest flaw here in Montpellier is that I forget to look up. That is where the beauty of this city lies, above you, in the architecture and blue skies.
Looking up in Montpellier
