I have started to really forget what I own back in France. I know I have two guitars, that I miss a lot sometimes. A few pedals and gear. I remember a few t-shirts. My foster dad’s bike that I customized with a dope handlebar and a white tire on the front wheel.
I still remember where to jump inside the train so that I’m right next to the exit at multiple stops through Paris though. I don’t miss the train life at all.
I’m restless and exhausted at the same time. It used to be one feeling after the other, now it’s a combo with fries. I want to stretch out my body forever 24/7. My immune system goes wild sometimes. I need to get out of the city and recharge in the woods. In the desert. By the pool. In the pool.
It will be awesome.