CARTE BLANCHE #11
A foreign word.
Untranslatable but familiar.
The place you come from. The place which feels like home.
The place where you belong and belongs to you in return.
Heimat.
That place has always been a part of her.
Even if she had to leave too early. Against her will to follow another lead.
She made a promise to go back to that place.
When she would grow up.
And then, one day, she was all grown up and could choose where to live.
Where to be. Where to breathe. Where to be happy.
Heimat.
She slowly became prisoner of that place though. Always seeking for her Wanderlust.
She couldn’t really leave but couldn’t utterly settle.
Always wandering if she was at the “right place” on Earth.
If she was following the “right path” for her quest.
Heimat.
Until the day… Until the night…
For the first time in years.
She chose not to go.
She understood it was another version of herself’s dream to look for the other end of the world.
Her. She felt good here. At home. In this city. In this life.
Where she belonged and belonged to her in return.
Heimat.
She embraced her new mindset. She started her new quest.
A tree’s roots never prevent branches from reaching the sky.
There is no “right place” except the one you breathe effortless.
There is no “right path” except the one you follow with love.
Heimat.
Justine T. Annezo – February, 20th 2026 – GTM+1
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