A Year in France
Every year on my birthday, there is one place my soul always returns.
I spent my 3rd year of university in Nice, France. For the first 12 years of my life, I was raised in Germany and Belgium, but it wasn’t until I returned to Europe as a young adult that the French culture, language, and its beautiful people took a hold of my soul for good.
Every day I walked beside the sea on my journey to school and every day I would be in awe of the sea. Something about the blues and the greens made me feel like I was going to explode. My walks also took me to the markets where my senses were filled with more colours, aromas, and tastes than I can describe. No wonder I love food.
In the countryside, the landscapes were filled with a thousand different shades of green. There were fig trees, olives trees, and vines that were a hundred years old. Trees and plants were always growing and blooming all year long. Between the sea and the land, I was constantly surrounded by brilliant colours and new life.
When I think of France, I think about the language, the food, the culture. Most of all, I think about the people. The friendships I made that year are still some of the most cherished relationships in my life. To this day, I can’t think of France without thinking about these wonderful people. They will always have a special place in my soul.
2 years ago, for my 40th birthday, there was only one place I wanted to go. As I roamed the south of France with my family and friends, I reflected on my time in Nice. That year was very transformational for me. It was the first time I really focused on myself. I started to become the woman I am today, and for that, I am truly grateful.