I got homesick for the first time since I flew off from home. Homesick on the long road to Strasbourg. I think part of it was the Twilightsque weather- it was misty, a thick white blanket on both sides of the 4 line highway, the road itself leading into another white wall.

Here's the funny thing though. I missed Singapore- I thought about how nice it would be if I could be home for two days and come right back; but I missed Paris too. Haha. It was a strange feeling. Paris feels like my city, my home- compared to the other cities I'm passing through. I don't know how this can make sense. I've been here only... 1 month plus. But I felt this sense of homecoming when we re-entered the city and I could tell the parts of Paris I pass everyday and the neighbourhoods I recognise etc.

I suppose, we have many homes in life. I feel lucky to call Paris one of mine, at least right now.

Strasbourg was so pretty. One of the prettiest cathedrals I've seen so far- which is saying something since I'm in Paris, been to Dijon, even been to London. What can I say, I'm a sucker for stained glass in sunny weather. The terrible part of it was the group tour. I think I'm rather looking forward to Italy on my lonesome. I felt free when I was alone- free and happy. The language barrier is really a huge, insurmountable barrier. I'm as good as mute here- so, it's really impossible to make friends and socialise even if I wanted to.