In my friends cute little apartment in Lyon. It looks a lot like the apartment in Ratatouille. I love it!
I wrote this blog:
On this blog, in these chapters, I’ve mainly written about what I’ve been up to and where I am. And that’s quite standard for any travel blog, but I feel like there is so much more to write about.
Obviously, I love what I’m doing, in the past 4 months I’ve learnt and done so much. But I feel like that’s too vague, when talking about travel you always hear the words; good, beautiful, nice, cheap beers, nice people, holiday, great food and comfortable. Comfortable. That’s a big one. My definition of the word comfortable has definitely changed since April 25th. Back home I would use the word to describe how luxurious something is – which is pretty normal, nothing is wrong with that. But I haven’t really had much luxury at all on this adventure, there have obviously been times, but overall… not a whole lot. If I regularly experienced luxury and being stable then obviously, the definition would stay the same for me.
Comfortable according to Google: Adjective. (especially of clothes or furnishings) providing physical ease and relaxation.
I’ve been uncomfortable countless times from social differences and situations or from travelling A to B. But what I’ve realised, is that it’s okay. From long layovers at the airport, to wearing dirty laundry again for the 4th time, waking up in the forest with insects crawling on me and being restless on a crazy long FlixBus journey. Only just recently I’ve actually made an effort to stop complaining to myself and to embrace it. Be comfortable in the uncomfortable.
There was a traveller who I met when I was at the international German community and we didn’t have the best first impression at all. For the next couple hours, I kept a bit of distance and I didn’t feel very comfortable at all when talking with him. I snapped myself out of it and thought; ‘how can I say I’m constantly growing as a traveller when I can’t give people a second chance because of a bad first impression? Come on, I can do better than this.’ I began again and had a conversation with this guy. Long story short, we started talking, we bonded, I began to feel really comfortable when speaking with him, we have an amazing friendship and we went to Sicily together. He is an amazing human being and I can’t even imagine being uncomfortable with him.
What I’ve started to live by is that if there is nothing in my will to prevent the un-comfortability in any sort of way; well to find my own comfort in that. Be comfortable in the chaos because who knows what lessons you might learn and what doors might open.
Comfortable according to DC: Adjective. Making sense and finding wellbeing regardless of the chaos and madness.
Just a thought. See how you go.