I was faced with inevitable changes during September last year. The dominant factor was an anticipated but unwanted one. It came as a heartache which I could feel to my bones, but the weird thing was that I still continued to function. The seconds kept ticking and the world kept turning despite feeling like the world inside my heart has stopped. That’s the crazy thing about loss.
I think it’s when you finally register the fact that life still goes on despite what happened, is also when you finally stop fighting to keep old memories, but shift your focus on building new ones alongside what’s there.
I think it’s good to breathe the air of new places and see new things to start such a change.
The weather in Madrid towards the end of September was very nice. We didn’t plan anything in terms of what we were going to do or eat but roamed the streets of this vibrant city using only our stomachs as clocks and noses for direction.
Our time in this city marked a beautiful start to our getaway from what September offered us.
The weather remained sunny and cool enough to walk around the whole day without feeling exhausted.