The Open Road
I’ve never really felt like I could belong here. I kind of always knew, always had that feeling inside of me, that call, that need… New horizons, open road, thrill, adventure… Like a call I can’t fight. I lived in a lot of different places trying to find home but the truth is, home can be anywhere for me. I can feel home crashing on a friend’s couch or in a motel room in the middle of nowhere, like a blessing and a curse at the same time. So many times I wished to stop having this feeling, being able to stay somewhere more than a few months, to find a steady job, to stay in a relationship, have a normal life with normal dreams, 9 to 5 in an office… I I wasn’t born in a traveling family, my parents weren’t really wealthy so except for the summer holidays in a little campground by the river in South of France or school trips in Europe, I’ve never really traveled the World as a kid… until I finally turned 21. America has always been a dream but no one seemed to want to share it with me. So I just leapt and book that plane ticket Paris to LAX, alone. I visited LA and the area, Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon… It was good, but not enough! I returned to LA for 2 months the next year, spent few months in New York and New Jersey, doing small road trips to Maryland, Pennsylvania, Washington DC, went back to LA, Vegas and Arizona… I was happy, having a good life but still not feeling like I belong. What was wrong with me ? I went to Tokyo, but still couldn’t feel complete. So I decided to go back on the West Coast, but this time I will try something different… I went back to France to work and save money and I took a plane ticket one more time.

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