What can I possibly say to myself in 5 years? I don’t even know where I’m going to live! I left home at 18 and have moved ever since. At present, I do not feel at home anywhere. Clouded by anxiety and the state of the world, I do not know if I will ever find stability – my home and tribe. I hope I do; and this yearning made up the first section of my letter.
“ As a child caught up in my romantic fantasies, I had always envisioned my honeymoon at Paris. I could think of nothing more romantic than taking a cruise down river Seine at night while the ferry cruises past the illuminated Eiffel Tower, the embellished Renaissance buildings dating back to the 17th century, under the arching bridges and by the gothic towers of the majestic Notre Dame with its giant church bells striking hourly. ”
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