Partir

At my last French class here, the talk turned to future plans. For some of us, those are a bit vague. Don’t remind me next weekend in the storage room again, but I think I said I like a bit of mystery and change.

Or maybe I said I like mastery and cringe? Still learning! But I said (something like) it and I meant it… Even when heavily intoxicated by the sight of the treats some classmatss had baked and brought. (They were as good as they looked. How some people can bake!)

Ever since I was a teenager it was quite clear, I like change and kinda need it, too. Without change everything fades into… comfortable.

And no, comfortable isn’t only a good thing.

Partir, c’est mourir un peu – Leaving is dying a little, claim the French. Maybe they’re right, but surely then it’s reincarnation too.

It’s a terrifying chance to use one’s imagination – like when we were young and had to decide what we wanted to become. Remember that trepidation, uncertainty and insecurity? Kind of liberating too, wasn’t it? At least in afterthought!

To my French class, un grand merci – j’ai tellement appris de vous.

Et vous êtes vraiment bons en pâtisserie!