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I will leave again. At the end of June, I fly again to the Orient. It was enough to receive the e-ticket on my mailbox to feel myself growing wings.
At 540€ for a round trip Paris-Kuala Lumpur, on KLM, I fell for it. I will never find a better price for Asia...
The mere prospect of a new start, made concrete by the purchase of this ticket, plunges me into an abyss of bliss. Leaving, coming back, leaving again. The very flavor of existence seems to me to be suspended in this pendulum movement. Am I normal?
Because of the crisis, the majority of people prefer not to leave. Or do not go far.
With the crisis, I am overjoyed when I manage to go back to the other side of the world despite everything. Aiming at places where the standard of living allows me to last for long weeks without spending too much money. Is it indecent?
I spend entire nights on the internet juggling schedules, fares and airline connections. I dive with delight into the blogs of travelers who are like me. Those who are not afraid to leave a little room for improvisation, for chance, who rely on their lucky stars, who have confidence. For them, for me, being elsewhere is always exhilarating. By what miracle?
By dint of leaving, I tell myself that one day I might not come back. All these "parentheses from elsewhere" put together for so many years make up a small piece of existence that sometimes seems so much more precious than everything else... Does this make sense?
I do not know exactly where I'm going to hang out my flip flops in July from Kuala Lumpur. Preparations, but not too much! Only certainty, I'm going to return soaking my fins to Sipadanoff the coast of Borneo, accessible in a single flight with Air Asia. After... I am still at the stage where everything is possible.
It's so good to have the certainty of leaving again, soon.