But I hadn't wanted my destination to be foreign - I was just passing through, voyons! And yet, as a friend was explaining to me the reasons why she couldn't possibly live in Europe, the reasons to which I once subscribed myself, words crossed my lips and cut deep into my conscience; words so unlike what I had heretofore been proclaiming.
"I do believe this is the first time I've ever heard you speak in favor of the foreign," she said, slightly amused.
I am walking toward a place, living in a place, weaving existence in a place I thought I could not love.
Destination: most definitely unknown.