Browsing some old photos in this raining night, one of a city which I have lived caught my thought.
I had a life there, a pretty good and glamous life. Friends. Family. Work.
But I’ve had a dream, so my heart followed this dream. Though there was a hint of fear deep in my thought. I left the city, without regret.
Looking at the photo, the buildings, the streets, the lights, it felt like I’ve had a previous life. ‘I was once laughing at here, crying in that shop, eating in this restaurant, arguing with someone just around that corner, this was my favourite cafe, I used to play tennis over there, I lived in that flat, was in love with someone ┅’ everything came up like a movie.
What if I hadn’t had left the city, what my life would be like? I might be still working, travelling, attending events, drinking wine, clubing in the same clubs, and repeat. With no surprises.
It is past.
I have a life now, in Spain. And I intend to live it here for a long time. Learn the language, make new friends, know the country…
Je ne regrette rien.