I tried to do the things I used to do in Paris; it was so familiar, I can almost observe myself in the places I have been so many times. So many memories. But having moved out of this comfort makes it impossible to get back to it.
And so much the better.
It is not about the place. Tomorrow I might come again but I would not return to my old life. My life has changed in the last six months.
It is like when you grow up as a kid and you try a pair of shoes you used to wear last autumn and they are too small all of a sudden.
So even if I love so many things about my old life, there is no meaning in getting back to my old comfortable shoes.