I’ve been in a very strange mood today and I’m not entirely sure why. Perhaps because I had to leave Paris and I feel like I left…unfinished. I’m quite tired and my day was not so great. It’s a bit exhausting to think about recounting all that has happened so I will leave that for my easy day tomorrow. Paris excited me in a similar way to my day on the Aran Islands in Ireland. It was different because it was a completely different experience but it was of similar degree. The difference in Paris was that I became more reflective and also the experience brought up some negative things. On Inismor it was a powerful, exhilarating thing that came from deep within and occasionally made me just laugh out loud. I felt free, independent, strong. In Paris, it was slow, deep, and reflective. I was experiencing a lot of loneliness but I was still happy and having a good time. Slowly, I began dealing with being alone and embracing a little bit of loneliness and finding the inner strength that I pretend to have. I can have it when I’m with people but I realized that it can grow to sustain me alone as well. And with that realization comes more appreciation and gratitude for the company of other people and a stronger confidence in myself. Now I’m not sure if that really makes any sense and I’m not sure it’s really all that is going on in my head and emotions but it’s way too late and I will probably have to edit this rambling in the morning.