Wouldn’t It Be Nice To Run Away To Villefranche…
I get to see some pretty awesome places with my current job. In the past 6 months I’ve been to Toronto, Florida, Norway, Denmark, Finland, Sweden, Germany, Iceland, Italy, Spain, France, and I’m probably forgetting other places. I get to see the differences between each country; the culture, the landscape, the exchange rate (Norway, I’m talking to you!) and it is wonderful to experience. It’s a lot of things to tick off my bucket list in one year!
In the hustle and bustle of life, trying to achieve and do everything, you often forget to just sit, observe and take in the most simple of beauties.
My favourite memory of this cruise so far has been watching the sail out of Sweden. Hundreds of small islands with isolated houses on them; boats as their only way of getting anywhere else. A sense of peaceful isolation and yet a community in itself. It was a truly beautiful scene to observe and I have never felt as at peace, wondering what the lives are like of the people who live on those islands. What is it like to be content living away from the fast paced rat race that many of us only know?
A town by the sea that climbs up a mountain side, small winding streets with only family businesses, and apartments with balconies that people sit out on just to people watch. (Not to mention one of the most beautiful churches I’ve seen hidden down a back street!)
As a person who is constantly looking onto the next thing that I can do or be, it enlightens me to see these kind of places. A part of me wishes that I could just run away to Villefranche, ‘Under the Tuscan Sun’ style, and start a simple life; enjoy just being, not doing. Maybe marry a French guy, have a couple of beautiful bilingual children, and just bask in the happiness of living life as part of a community rather than battling against city life.
I mean, let’s be honest, I’d get bored within a month, but it’s nice to dream I could be happy just being me, rather than always trying to be something.
I think it’s important to find a way to find peace in your life, whether that means living on your own isolated island, sitting on a balcony just observing life, or meditating in a studio in London.
I’m yet to find mine as my mind never stops whirring. Maybe I’d find it in Villefranche, or maybe I’d find it in taking my dogs for a walk in Yorkshire. I’ll find it eventually, but maybe I shouldn’t run away to France just yet. If you keep running away from troubles you will never find true peace.
But if a handsome French guy happens to come along in the mean time, I wouldn’t complain…