And the people I'm around- I'm not sure if I could have been blessed with a greater group of humans. I feel like I've developed a new and unexplainable kind of love and appreciation when I look at them, hear them and be around them.
This experience thus far has been so special that I can barely re-tell myself when I'm reflecting in my journal , so I hope you understand my partial description.
I guess I could describe it this way; if you took every human emotion and feeling and tried to hold them, you quite possibly would only have them for a short amount of time before they started to pile up and began to slip through the cracks of your fingers by their weight and quantity. I guess that is kind of how I've been feeling... and these photographs you see here can only express a small percentage of everything that I've tried to grasp and hold onto. Many of the other moments fell through the cracks of my fingers and I never got to hold onto them- but I'm so happy I felt them.
And as for my soul...I think I'm content. I feel peace about where I am and it's such a foreign feeling. I still find myself questioning this overwhelming sense of contentment, often times looking at the map and seeing if my soul longs for anywhere else (which sums up my recent years in life) but I fail each time. I'm happy in Sweden, I'm happy to be by the river where the tulips and daisies are grow in the grass and where I can get anywhere on foot or faster by bike. I'm happy to laugh so hard one moment and then cry my eyes out the next yet still be welcomed warmly by this community with open arms for exactly who I am.
I often find myself in a day-to-day repetitive conversation in my brain mostly asking the same question again and again of "Is this real life?"
My soul is stretching