New job. New season. Autumn. Leaves are falling from the trees. Orange, brown, red. High heels, sweater weather. In my wardrobe: grey, camel, black. No jewellery. Old purse. Another me.
I now work in the city centre. Brussels. Sunny, grey, funny, dust. Cinquantenaire. All colours, moods, memories included. I transform. Just as the seasons do.
I moved to the centre, close to my job. I do no longer live with my boyfriend, but we see each other often. (There are other things we have to find before we find each other). Room to grow, heal, breathe, discover. I love him, I do. And you, how do you do?