Fleeting Wor(l)ds

Everything looks like a beginning today. First day of August. New Moon. Lughnasa’s Celtic bonfires. Irish time for truce, Irish time for love…
It is truly time to go now. New unknown is coming for me now, with a nice remember of my past travels: last September, as I was leaving Canada after my jeopardized new start, I stopped by Reykjavik and Dublin, like an invisible prophecy of my next adventures. Thus, today, I thoroughly leave Dublin and Ireland, thinking of my praise to my adopted land back then: Ireland kept her promise throughout my chosen come and go, Ireland got both my muscles and thoughts stronger, Ireland put together all my broken pieces to create a new version of myself. Now, I am ready.
I don’t really know what this endless journey means, is it an actual beginning even if I don’t put down roots? or only a mean? a transition? It doesn’t matter, it is finally real. And I have a last Irish thought before leaving this magnificent island where it belongs, with my soul rooted in the middle: Anne told me about a rent in Donegal and this morning, I feel like it might be the Irish place where I would put down my new roots… Maybe will I end my wanderings there?
I keep questioning my being every day, but I am flying now, I say goodbye to Ireland, my friend, my confident, my promise land, my other home. I look through the other side of the plane window, I gaze at my first traveling love, at my immortal love. I go. I am going to pierce the New Moon. I go and I know nothing about Iceland. August, 1st, my life seems to keep starting over and over again.

Justine T.Annezo —Dublin, Aug. 1st 2019 – GTM+2