The Colours Of Paris

by Brenna Holeman

(photo taken by Alice)

(photo taken by Alice)

(photo taken by Harriet)

Paris, France

So I’ve left Osaka; it is no longer my home. Tokyo doesn’t feel like home either, of course, as I’m living out of a suitcase and have no friends and no job.

There are a thousand thoughts in my head, a thousand things I want to do, a thousand places I want to visit, and yet at the moment I can’t rouse myself out of bed to go and face the rainy Tokyo day. Uprooting one’s life is exhausting.

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