Brest, Bretagne, Now

There was a moment I caught myself thinking that I don’t want to go home. That when I go home, I’m not going to feel like home.

That my home is not gonna be a home like it used to be.

I felt pretty lost.

But I felt awfully free and independent.

My mother, whenever we’re staying in a hotel room often refers to it with the word ”home”. My sister always says ”Mom it’s not home.” But why? How do you define home?

To me it’s not a house, city or a country. When it’s easy to be myself, when I feel free and being loved, I’m home.

Brest, Bretagne, now. I guess I’m home.

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Brest, Foire aux Croutes
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Penthièvre, Bretagne
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Char á voile á Penthièvre, Bretagne
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Brest
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 Une bonne bouffe chez 🐠 à Brest
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Somewhere by the 62 miles route between Brest and Lannion, Bretagne
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Huitres de keraliou, Plougastel, Bretagne

 

 

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