It's that time again, the time I hate to say goodbyes.
I have been living between Athens and London for over ten years now.
Before that it was Athens and another city for a couple of years.
Living between two cities/countries is not an easy thing to do. It can be extremely rewarding, considering all the people you meet, all the diverse friendships you form, but it can also be tremendously painful, when you form strong bonds with people, only to have to leave again.
You lose track of people's evolution, lives and journey. Sometimes, you even lose track of your own journey.
This summer, I was standing in front of a very scary crossroad. I had just came out of a long term relationship, had barely made it through quarantine, had been accepted to study my second masters, had no job and had just moved into a new place after seeing 31 properties.
I had -and still have- no fucking clue how everything would -and will- play out. The insecurity and fear stemming from the global pandemic isn't helping either. The only thing I knew was that I will be in Athens for a month. A month-long holiday to heal, recharge and indulge in familiarity and comfort.
This month has been one of the best months of my life. I haven't had such an amazing summer since 2013. It was all I needed and more. I had the space and time to be free, the opportunity to re-discover parts of myself and the joy of welcoming old fragments of my soul that I considered long lost.
My friends and loved ones embraced me as always, a warm cocoon giving me the opportunity to once again go through change, and in the end come out as a new creature, ready to face the world again.
I was lucky enough to form new friendships and have wonderful new people come into my life.
I am forever grateful to the people who surround me with positivity, love and respect. I am able to move forward because of you.
Thank you,
Lara
