It might be a sweet escape

Someone reads love stories as an escape from reality. Someone use cooking, sports, whatever as an escape.

I travel. I am used to do traveling from time to time, for visiting friends, for tour, for escape.

On the way to the airport, on the flight, you never know who you will meet and chat. You never know what is waiting for you in the new destination. I love this kind of feeling.

Today I woke up and found it was a white city outside, I really feel cold but lucky. I picked a damn right day to fly away. Even I totally have no idea how the weather is in Paris, but I don’t even care. Cause I did my escape already. What I can get in the new place is something that I can not expect too much.

Since I was a kid, because the curiosity to the big big world, I always need to go out, far, further, out of home, out of my country, (I did not say out of the earth -.-) Try to find and get something new. Even I do love the place I lived, but I just can not feel I want to stay there for my lifetime. So I walked away, to a new place. It is hard but somehow I feel really satisfied.

Recently I really feel people will change, sooner or later. That means maybe one day, in the future, eventually, I don’t like to drift anyway. Nothing last forever, no matter how it feels today. That feeling makes me sad, so I suddenly decide to go to the place that I dreamed before. Just like I said and heard, maybe within another 10 years, Paris will still be the same, but I will change. That is something I can not avoid, something that I can not escape from.

The day when I booked the ticket, I was really upset and kind of hurt, and I think nothing is better than an old friend and a sweet cake. So I decide to go to the city that I always thought I would go there with romantic story, even I am alone this time. I just need a friend to take my good memories back. I need my spirit back. I need to be the sunny girl, the strong one.

Everybody says, that time will heal everything. But what is the wretched and endless in-between?

But, even the darkness is coming, and even the snow is coming. Now it is for dress on! Party starts! And Paris, finally here!