This is me.
As happy as one can be after three weeks on the road. My life stripped away from all the roles we accumulate over the years. Stripped away from all the images we have of how our life should look like- images that are not ours. Looking back I must admit a lot from what I’ve felt this very moment is buried, again. But I remember what it felt like. To be me. And if you look closely, scrolling through these pictures, you might feel it too.