Journey.

*Kismet.

Exactly seven months ago, I boarded a train and travelled on my own to Paris. Cold and scared was all I knew. But I knew I wanted to do this really badly. I am a big girl now. Walking along Seine River and watching the glow of the Eiffel Tower against the sunset of Paris, I knew it was all worth it.

Exactly six months ago, I saw a shooting star along the Rhine River. The stars in the sky were so pretty that I thought it looked like somebody had lavishly dotted them across the skies. Maybe it was that wine but I knew that there was nothing more perfect than this place at that moment. Basking in the afterglow of the stars and night, I made a wish under the blessings of the stars.

Exactly five months ago, I saw the red of autumn leaves and knew that fall had arrived. At night, I went for dinner at this little town called Rüdesheim. It looked like a storm was approaching. Yet all I felt was safe and secure.

Exactly four months ago, I rediscovered the beauty of the Rhine. I captured the orange of the setting sun and told myself that I will never break. I am so much more now. I swore that one day, I would return to this river again.

Exactly three months ago, I skidded and fell on an ice-skating rink in Geneva, Switzerland. Bruises all over my legs and the cold of the winter yet I was smiling. Christmas was near. I drank a hot chocolate and it warmed my stomach instantly against the blasting cold.

Kismet. It must be.