“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
― Albert Einstein
It seems crazy to think that another year has passed: it’s time to celebrate my birthday again. This time last year, I was strolling around the Temple of Literature in Hanoi wondering why it had taken me so long to get there. Today has been ever so different… I awoke to a text message informing me that my visa for India is ready for collection and to celebrate, I promptly went to my first Barre Bootcamp class at my new gym, enjoyed a delicious smoothie with a friend and found myself strolling home with a huge, happy-as-can-be smile on my face. Small, meaningful moments.
In the last year I have been hit by the full force of the travel bug. In addition to travelling around Vietnam, I visited Cambodia, Thailand, Turkey, my beloved Iran, France and in a few days, I will finally venture towards India. I had intended to spend my birthday in Rome but life takes twists and turns: I got a place on an academic course (which I applied for in February) and had to postpone my trip as my passport was being held hostage at the consulate.
So now, I’m sitting here at home reflecting on this year and everything feels so surreal. I finished university, submitted my applications, travelled to countries I had longed for and, most importantly, connected with myself for the first time in many years. I joined a gym and started to put myself, my health and my desires first. With my dreams and reality; I made peace with my past and acknowledged my future whilst staying grounded in the moment. As an organiser, I’m often planning ahead – thinking about what do next, where to go, what to eat but, finally, I’ve come to realise that often the most important thing is the here and now and, even with planning, change is constant, necessary and often wonderful. This has been a year of transformation: a moment to stop pushing against what feels right to me just to conform to what societal pressures. It has been a year of realising the full degree of my own personal strength.
It wasn’t all rosy though. At one point, I messaged my friend Andrea, told her I was quitting and couldn’t deal with seeing another Kanji. Japanese consumed my every thought and I just shut down. I’ve never been under so much pressure. But, never one to dwell on the negative, I got through it and celebrated over pistachio gelato with Andrea. A week later, my childhood friend completed her Masters exams and we toasted each other with champagne over a 5-hour lunch! Women achieving in every direction!
I returned to Paris for a few days and, for the first time, the city had no hold over me. Yes, the architectural magnificence is still there in all its glory but that’s where it ended for me. I am passed the point in my life where I need to pretend; I loved my visits to the churches, the Louvre and to see my dear friend Gail and her crazy cat, but beyond that, Paris has nothing for me any more. Change where you least expect it. I went to L’église de la Madeleine for the first time since 2011. It shone like an angel. You see, I have always been fond of Saint Madeleine but, sadly, my association with this church was rather negative. I used to go there at least 4 times a week, to pray in fits of anger, suffering and sheer confusion as to why my life was as it was. As I walked in this April, I wept profusely. For about 40 minutes I just knelt down and wept tears of gratitude and understanding. Everything made sense.
Of all the highs this year, travelling to Iran topped every possible list. That feeling of wonder and innocence as I walked around Yazd hasn’t left me. It was my first time in the desert, and it felt otherworldly. Entering the beauteous Shāh-é-Chérāgh mosque in Shiraz rendered me speechless with its ornate turquoise mosaics and endless grounds. The sense of security and the warmth of the people left me in a befuddled state; why wasn’t I scared? Should I have been? I questioned my subconscious endlessly: did I, liberal-lover-of-people, expect to be endangered? By whom? Muslims? Huh, don’t be ridiculous. Why did Iran, a country I cannot claim lineage to, feel like home? How could everything I had been told about Iranian people be so wrong? I loved every moment and every person and would return in a heartbeat. And whilst I know that my adventures as a 2-week tourist are not indicative of the experiences faced by millions of local people and those with dual nationality (which Iran does not recognise), and there is no debate on Iran’s abhorrent human rights record, I remain grateful and changed by all I encountered there.
This has, undoubtedly, been the most successful year of my life. I have never been happier. However, my personal happiness is against the backdrop of unnecessary and excruciating pain within our world which often makes me question what I am doing. I haven’t blogged as often as I could. This is, in part, because I struggle with the idea that I’m sitting here eating chocolate and sipping sencha whilst millions are under siege, starving and lost. How is it 2016 and girls and women are being sold as sex slaves, and our governments are more concerned with their legacies than helping the lives they had an active role in destroying, all while I’m sipping matcha lattes and taking photographs of my manicure. It’s not pretty but this horrific reality seems particularly pronounced in recent years. But onwards we go, right? There is no other way. So yes, I’m celebrating a year of achievements, embracing this blissful moment of my life and looking forward, and I am also invested in the plight of my fellow human beings. When you’ve always blogged about scones, fashion and travel in a carefree manner, it is somewhat challenging to change the direction and feel of one’s blog. But, if not now, then when? I am different, I have changed; my travels are no longer solely about bikinis and martinis. I love this term Travel Deeper – this is where I am, combining travel experiences with geopolitics whilst wearing pretty nail polish and maybe the odd bikini. I no longer care about curating a life that looks good on the exterior but feels empty. I’ve been there, and it wasn’t right for me. In a world where people are still judging each other based on the colour of their skin and their religion, I need to engage more about such meaningful subjects. If this year has shown me anything, it’s that we – the people – have to put our voices forward. It’s not always comfortable and some people prefer to us social media for other, less-controversial topics, which I like to see popping up in my feed. That’s good, that’s their choice. It’s just that I want to mix it up a little – good coffee, politics, the ballet, the plight of refugees and the mess that is Brexit. I need to follow what feels right for me. Changes are afoot.
This year will be different: I have booked another trip to India for the winter (which will be purely pleasure) and then it is time to focus on my professional goals. There will be little time for travelling to far-flung destinations but I still have my eye on Scotland, Italy, Spain and maybe even good ole France. But right now, I am happily focused on this week: reading the required literature for my course starting on Monday and trying to learn a little Hindi… My year is off to a great start!