Right now, as rain pours down on grey Brussels, and as I drowsily watch from the warm, albeit a little damp, comfort of Café de la Presse, sipping my old favorite latte that just doesn't compare to the cafe con leche of Barcelona, running my tongue along the new wire on the inside of my bottom teeth which contrasts starkly with the stange smoothness of my top teeth, I can't help but feel like I'm in a dream. Not a, I can't believe I'm so happy sensation, but rather an intense surreal feeling. Like past present and future are all colliding, or rather imploding on each other as I watch transfixed from the eye of the storm. I don't really know what to make of it. I assume it's all being brought on by my rather sleepless and stressed state, my braces getting removed marking my last trip back to Brussels, and my impending move to Peru, all joining to signal the end of one of the most significant chapters in my life, spent physically across Europe, intellectually continuously pushing personal boundaries, and emotionally and spiritually navigating an ocean of uncharted territory. Not that this new chapter will not be doing precisely the same thing, getting even more lost in the senses, pushing new boundaries and overcoming new challenges, all the while attempting to instinctually guide myself from one place to the next, both in regards to the tangible and intangible. So what separates this 'old' chapter from the 'new' one? Or rather than 'chapter', perhaps 'section' is more appropriate. Chapters within sections that make up the novel that is my life. Geography is the obvious answer, as one was spent across Europe and the next Latin America. But physical location is only the tip of the iceberg. Perhaps the section ending was more formative, whereas the next is more about growth. Perhaps the old was about revelations and lessons and the new more focused on dealing with and incorporating these thoughts in to something useful. Regardless of the theme, or cause and effect, I am feeling the winds of change. However right now I am still caught up in the storm feeling quite wind-blown, distraught, and displaced, waiting patiently for that calm serenity that is said to follow.
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