As a promise and as a gift, I brought my papadom to Europe and mama to Australia a few years ago. I’m not rich, I carefully saved up for everything. But now it’s my turn, I need to go back to the place that became my second home.
I am back to my childhood dream, the place that was my everything.
I am back, but for what purpose?
Paris became my homebase on this solo travel, my jump off point to everywhere. On my first day, I decided to go back to my ‘hood and revisit my favorite places. Got out of my metro station, looked at my old artist residency, checked out the exhibition there. Walked around my le marais and hung out in my favorite le loir dans la thiere. I felt nostalgic, a bit sad even.
The travelling cowboy told me “Don’t think about your purpose there. Dont go back to your usual places, just explore new spaces. Talk to strangers, just enjoy. Don’t think of the past, don’t worry about the future, just enjoy the present. Be happy.”
AND SO I DID.
NOW I AM.
I am grateful to have a family here.
They took me in and made this place truly feel like home to me.
On my last day, I walked around jardin de tuilleries, and realized that
Paris is still beautiful,
but it is meant to be shared.
PARIS Images shot by JK