Jumping topics.
I just saw a beautiful pastel pink colored picture.
It was pretty. Calming. Just wanted to stare at it.
Its a girl, with short hazel brown hair with a baby pink headband. Shes standing at the window, and there is a flower pot by the window. Its blurry, but its beautiful.
It reminds me of Europe. And how I love that place.
I love France and London the most.
London, for its vibrant vibe and interesting history and places to visit.
France, I love the scenery everywhere. Its beautiful, and the people are nice. Everyone looks relaxed. No stress. Life goes on, no worries.
Where ever i went to sight see when I was in France, I would just blank out while walking and look around. Breathe in the fresh air and hide my hands in my pockets from the cool, spring wind.
The rivers were clear, the city had positive vibes everywhere, the buildings had mysteries and stories behind them, the cathedrals are so peaceful and welcoming with its light piano music playing in the background with light shining through the tiffany stained glass windows and the grass was clean and green.
I love grass. And I love cathedrals. I love flowers. I love the ducks, swimming in the crystal clear waters of Netherlands. I love the big bells at the Notre Dame in Paris. when they ring, each note is pleasant.
Maybe the grass is greener on the other side. Or maybe tourists of Singapore feel the same way when they come here. Saying that they weather is perfect and sunny. Every day is summer. The food is good, shopping is wonderful. People are interactive. I dont know, each tourist has their little description of a country.
For me, Europe seems like one of the most peaceful, historical and friendly places you could go to. Theres just this feeling, you know? When you go there or see pictures of any part of Europe? You just feel...calm. Well, thats how I feel.
With the cool breeze from the start of a summer morning blowing through my hair, I drag my luggage into the airport, and board the plane ride back home.
Looking out the window of the plane, I wonder. What if I lived here? What if I was one of the europeans going to singapore for a holiday? I saw some of them...like a whole group of Dutch people.
They were so excited, they even cheered on the plane, clinking their plastic airplane cups and checking the arrival time every 5 minutes.
Ive made it a point that before I die, I want to travel the world. Meet new places, new people, discover new things. Everything. I would take one year off and just travel. It will be exhausting, but oh-so worthwhile.
And thats what keeps me going everyday.
