Kernormand (Côtes-d'Armor, France)
Some endings seem heavier than others. Some just seem heavy. And others very light. This ending will be heavy. I've assumed this ever since we entered the accommodation. But somehow nothing of that remains now. The excursions have felt heavy instead. Often because little of the initial joy has remained. They were disappointing. Not all of them, but many.
We visit places where we've been before. The Valley of the Saints, the rocks of Trédrez, the forest of Huelgoat, or the Pink Granite Coast. Only one new place appears on the list: the forest of Beffou. And precisely this new thing surprises and moves me the most. Is it always the new that I strive for and that touches me? Not entirely, because the hike at the rocks of Trédrez was very beautiful. And we had been there before.
We had even been to some of these places several times before. We've reached a point where everything repeats itself. There seems to be nothing new anymore. Have we already seen everything? Perhaps yes. Perhaps that's all this part of Brittany has to offer us. I no longer feel fulfilled, rather tired. Will this ending be light then? We shall see.
There is a deep longing for nature within me that, the longer we stay in Brittany, cannot be satisfied. Or if so, then only to a small degree. And this despite the many excursions. When I'm in nature and have no people around me, then I'm happy. But this happiness unfortunately doesn't last long.
Always where people come together, I feel strange. Sometimes even pressured and constrained. It may be that this is also because none of these people are somehow close to me. After all this time, a dull disillusionment sets in. I assumed there would be more left. More good feelings. More joy. And more memories. But there's too little of everything.
And yet, when I look back to the beginning, I recognize that my world has expanded. The world is no longer a small, narrow place. It has extended by an enormous part. Three years ago we gave up everything and jumped into the unknown. We're still swimming in this unknown. I may now be at a point where I'm disillusioned and tired, but I'm a different person. These journeys have changed me.
Some endings seem heavier than others. Some just seem heavy. And others very light. This ending will be heavy. I've assumed this ever since we entered the accommodation. But somehow nothing of that remains now. The excursions have felt heavy instead. Often because little of the initial joy has remained. They were disappointing. Not all of them, but many.
We visit places where we've been before. The Valley of the Saints, the rocks of Trédrez, the forest of Huelgoat, or the Pink Granite Coast. Only one new place appears on the list: the forest of Beffou. And precisely this new thing surprises and moves me the most. Is it always the new that I strive for and that touches me? Not entirely, because the hike at the rocks of Trédrez was very beautiful. And we had been there before.
We had even been to some of these places several times before. We've reached a point where everything repeats itself. There seems to be nothing new anymore. Have we already seen everything? Perhaps yes. Perhaps that's all this part of Brittany has to offer us. I no longer feel fulfilled, rather tired. Will this ending be light then? We shall see.
There is a deep longing for nature within me that, the longer we stay in Brittany, cannot be satisfied. Or if so, then only to a small degree. And this despite the many excursions. When I'm in nature and have no people around me, then I'm happy. But this happiness unfortunately doesn't last long.
Always where people come together, I feel strange. Sometimes even pressured and constrained. It may be that this is also because none of these people are somehow close to me. After all this time, a dull disillusionment sets in. I assumed there would be more left. More good feelings. More joy. And more memories. But there's too little of everything.
And yet, when I look back to the beginning, I recognize that my world has expanded. The world is no longer a small, narrow place. It has extended by an enormous part. Three years ago we gave up everything and jumped into the unknown. We're still swimming in this unknown. I may now be at a point where I'm disillusioned and tired, but I'm a different person. These journeys have changed me.