Inside I have been.
For more than a week.
Perhaps even two.
The place where I needed to be.
To recover and heal.
Finding back the pieces of myself.
That got lost somehow.
What happened you can read in the last story I wrote.
‘To love to speak about emotions’.
But my life is continuing.
Gladly.
It is I was sitting on a boat.
From one place to another.
It is not that important where I exactly was.
Not where I went to.
Perhaps not even what happened.
However it did happen on a boat.
What happened was not specifically bound to that place.
It just somehow caught my attention.
What happened is that a girl gave another girl a tissue.
I think at least.
When I looked closer it was a wet wipe.
I guess it does the same trick.
To clean what got dirty for some reason.
Apparently the other girl had spilled her coffee.
That she was carrying in a to-go cup.
This doesn’t sound that amazing.
However the girls didn’t know each other.
Not even related a little bit.
They were even sitting a bit apart from each other.
The girl really reached out to give that wipe.
And that was surprising to me.
‘Nice, of that girl to help her with a wet wipe’.
Is what I was thinking.
And the moment just passed.
The same as when I was sitting on that boat.
A bit fast forward, to a day later.
I am sitting in a coffeeplace where I go often.
A nice place, is how I find it.
That is why I went there more than once.
Mostly I write a story there.
In this coffeeplace.
A computerfriendly place, it is.
Something I like.
Since I like to write stories.
Perhaps even a good place for my health?
A question I am asking myself.
Since I have experienced what I experienced.
That is the main focus in my life.
At this moment.
What is making me feel good and lifting me up.
A boost of happiness is what I need.
And so I go to places I like and make me feel just that.
One of them is this coffee place I went to in Lisbon.
It was this day that some girls were walking in.
A group of 5 if I remember correctly.
One of them had a text on her T-shirt.
A phrase in white.
Her shirt was black.
I could read it quite clearly.
Although she was standing some distance from me.
The words on her shirt said :
‘I am in love with cities I have never been to before’.
I didn’t really think anything of it.
The girls were standing a little while at the entrance of the coffee place.
It was busy inside and they needed to wait to be seated.
I believe it took about a minute or 5, perhaps even 10.
Or something in between that.
Then they disappeared from my sight.
They were told to have a seat right behind me.
When I think about it now.
That phrase on that shirt.
It is a nice one.
I just don’t really know why she put it on or what she meant by it.
I mean, what does it mean?
I was questioning.
‘I am in love with cities I have never been to before’.
Is she always on the go?
Does she like to travel?
That is where I am going to leave it for now.
I don’t want to take things too deep.
Since I am still recovering and healing takes energy.
It is just that I catch myself opening up to a world outside of me.
Wondering and perhaps even amazed, with what I see.
Something that is connected to who I am.
How I perceive the world.
What makes it interesting for me to be here.
Wherever that is.
I am taking a look around, to a world outside of mine.
Is the conclusion.
And while I am doing just that.
On the boat, in a coffee place or just any other place where I feel comfortable.
Where I feel happy and at ease.
It is that I wonder.
Perhaps another question that is rising.
Is the reason that I watch the world go by like this, that I am looking for love?