All posts tagged: family

Strangers world

After reviewing my previous post The place we call home, I felt somewhat unsettled and anxious. It read as if I was trying to convince myself that Paris was indeed my hometown. It reminded me of that weird feeling I had last time I was there: as I was getting off the metro ram it was as if I had never felt more disconnected in my life. It was strange as I can’t think of a more familiar location for Paris. And now I am left thinking, shouldn’t where my home is be nothing but obvious?I am not even sure how to define home anymore.  Is it simply the place where we are born and raised that classifies as such? I have lived in Paris for a total of ten months over the past eight years. I caught the traveling bug at the age of twenty and it took me eight years to get it out of my system (at least sufficiently for me to stay in one spot for more than a year). I do …

On the verge of adulthood

“Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them”. Dr. Seuss As some of you may already know, I’m 29 years old. I think it is safe to say that what most people expect from me at this age is a reliable and responsible attitude, one of an adult that is. Hence, my age must clearly define me as a grown up, I mean obviously I cannot still be a teen in my late twenties. So how come I’m miles away from feeling like one? As a kid, I use to think that the day I’ll turn 18 (legal drinking age in France), would be the day I’ll be forced into adulthood. Couldn’t have been more wrong… The only thing that happened on that day was waking up with one of the biggest hangover of my life, as if someone was smashing my head with a shovel. I thought perhaps it isn’t our age that defines our maturity, but rather our actions. At the top of my head I’m thinking of the usual drill: driving, paying bills, …