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of me

is waiting
to be discovered.

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I thought
the story ended
when I came home.
It didn’t.
That’s the thing
about finding yourself.

You become curious
about where else
you might exist.

So the suitcase
is out again.
The camera
is charging.

The skincare
is packed.
The red lipstick
is coming this time.
And there is

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another boarding pass
on my desk.

I haven’t opened
the curtains yet.
I don’t know
what the morning looks like.

But I know this:
I’m not leaving
because I need
to escape.

I’m leaving
because there is
still so much life
I haven’t met.

And somewhere
out there,
another version

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with shaking hands.

The wrong turn.
The bad dinner.

The photograph
you nearly deleted.
Maybe becoming
doesn’t happen
all at once.

Maybe it happens
quietly,
until one morning

you look in the mirror
and realise
you’ve become
someone you like.

Tomorrow,
I’m going somewhere.

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Dear me,

You were never
waiting for your life
to begin.
You were living it.
You just didn’t recognise
the beginning
while you were inside it.

It was the cleanser
on the bathroom shelf.

The lipstick
you almost returned.
The dinner
you ate alone.
The flight
you booked

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Tomorrow,
I’ll write about it.

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The same table.

The same green chairs.

The same cappuccino.

But I am different
sitting here.
The waiter asks
how I’ve been.

I tell him,
“Good.”

It’s such a small word
for everything
that happened.

He smiles.

I take a photograph.
This time,
I let the coffee
go cold.

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Tomorrow,
I’ll go back
to the café.

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My room
looks exactly the same.
The flowers
are still there.

The skincare
is still lined up.
The dress
is still hanging
on the door.

Everything stayed.
Except me.

I unpacked slowly.
Leaving things
in suitcases
for a little while longer.
Some journeys
take longer
to unpack.

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Tomorrow,
I’m going home.

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I almost deleted it.

My hair wasn’t right.

The light was strange.

I wasn’t posing.

I looked…

happy.

Not polished.

Not prepared.

Just happy.

I kept it.

Maybe I’ve spent
too much time
trying to become
photogenic
when what I really wanted
was to become present.

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Maybe life
is like that too.
Tomorrow,
I’ll look at the one
I took of myself.

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The photographs
look different
on paper.
Less perfect.
More alive.

There are fingerprints.

Blurry corners.

People looking away.

A plate
half eaten.

My reflection
caught accidentally
in a shop window.

Those are my favourites.
The photographs
I didn’t mean to take.

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Now,
I buy it to remember.
Tomorrow, I’ll print the photographs.

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I sprayed it
before leaving.
Suddenly,

I was back there.

The street.

The sunlight.

The little café.

The wrong turn.

The woman
with the flowers.

Isn’t that strange?
How a scent
can fold an entire city
into a few seconds.

I used to buy perfume
to smell beautiful.

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A window open
to a city
I was still learning.
Maybe this
is what living looks like.
Messy.

Warm.
Enough.

Tomorrow,
I’ll wear the perfume.

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I cooked badly.

Very badly.

The smoke alarm
had opinions.
I laughed
until my stomach hurt.

And for the first time
in a long time,
I didn’t care
whether something
looked perfect.

There was food
on the table.
Music in the background.

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Markets make me
want to start cooking.
Every colour
looks louder.

Every fruit
looks like it knows
a secret.
I bought too much.

Obviously.
But isn’t that
what travelling is?
Coming home
with things
you didn’t need

and memories
you couldn’t buy.

Tomorrow,
I’ll cook.

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Instead,

I ate it slowly.

Tomorrow,
I’ll go to the market.

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Coffee.

Fresh bread.

Butter melting
before I could photograph it.
I took the picture anyway.

Some habits
travel beautifully.

The waiter brought
something sweet
I hadn’t ordered.
“On the house.”

I wanted to tell him
that kindness tastes
different
when you’re far from home.