Familiarità

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I’m in a deep thinking mood; and tonight I’m thinking about familiarity. Like do we stay, because it’s what we know? Because it’s safe? Or because, we love these things we are familiar with, and it is because we love them that we are familiar with them, and not the other way around? Or perhaps do we only love them, because we are familiar?

A friend questioned me on this a few days ago, and it got me thinking quite a bit.

So the theory goes; people stay or reconnect with what they know because it is familiar, and that provides comfort. This, I’m sure is true in same cases. Take a hometown, or a relationship for example.

But then, although your location or the person you’re dating isn’t changing, doesn’t mean everything else isn’t. Life can never be completely familiar because life is always changing. And although, some attributes of our lives stay the same, they adapt to new environments and shift based upon the changes around it. Think of it like this; when you buy a house, you can change and shift every object inside to a way that sits within your mind peacefully. But you can’t stop the world outside of your house. You can’t stop the wind blowing the trees or the cars driving past your house. But you adapt. You buy curtains to block the headlights, and as life evolves, you, and your house (although the inside is familiar for you) evolve with it. So I decline the thought that people stay in a place or with a person, purely because it is familiar, because no one moment is ever the same. Maybe you wake up in the same bed every day, maybe you have dated the same person for the past 2 tears, and yeah, you are familiar with them. But just because you woke up the same place you did yesterday – doesn’t mean you’re going to have the same day you had yesterday, or even a day remotely similar to ever before. Just because you kissed the same boy you kissed a year ago and the year before – does not mean you are in the same relationship you were in when it began. Because time moves on, you adapt, and you hold on to the things that make you heart hold hope, and you fall in love with the familiarity, not because you have seen it before, but oh God, how could you not love the way he looks at you when he smiles?

Maybe I’m getting a little carried away.

Please give and share with me your thoughts. I want your opinion. Do people stay because they are familiar? Answer this for me in your own words, and send stories even. I look forward to hearing from you.

Until The Next Late Night Thought,

– K

Photographer: Tess Robertson

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London, Paris, Madrid, I become lost in the midst.

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All this talk of travel, makes my heart spring forth, and head race with all the the places I wish to go, some even again. I am usually a patient person, until a cheap flight advertisement appears in my e-mail, or a phone call from a friend over seas, starts to make my heart race, and my head wonder. I am flustered, I am curious, I am content with the thought of leaving, and certain on the thought of returning. I am in love. In love with travelling, and it is both a blessing and a curse.

Two & a half years ago, I fell in love, completely on accident. Then again, when do you ever purposely fall in love? I fell in love with the nerve racking experience of hopping on a plane this big, for the first time. I fell in love with the complete and utter freedom of being somewhere you have never been, running into people you have only ever, never known. I fell in love with the wide open landscapes of Scotland, coloured by green pastures, and flowing rivers. I fell in love with the silence that sat within the wind, and blew past my icy cold hair. I was in love.

A few weeks on, I fell in love again, with the hustle and bustle of a busy city (as much as a small town girl can love a big city). I fell in love with the thought of endless opportunities, and an on-the-go attitude, although, more often then not, my body couldn’t keep up with my racing mind. Weeks turned to months, and over the last few years I have fallen in love with many places, in many cities, and mostly, my own.

It wasn’t until the nest that had kept me within its safe and warm walls, set me free, and let me return, did I really fall in love with the city I live in, although it is not much of a city, really at all.

But it took my leaving, to look at this place I had called home all these years, to see it for what it really is. A glorious wonder, filled with many hidden surprises. And for a third time, I have fallen in love, not with the freedom of not knowing anyone, and certainly not with the hustle and bustle, of this serene place, but rather so, with the feelings that accompany it. With getting lost over and over, and always finding my way home. With each simple day, and simple exploration creating a life long memory with people that mean the most to me. With every hidden beauty, comes along with this feeling of serenity, and all this time my mind was racing with leaving – when I have left a million places unexplored, right before my eyes.

Sometime the big planes, don’t bring the biggest adventures, sometimes the greatest story you’ve yet to be told, happened here, right at home.

Until Next Day Dream,

– K

Photographer; Tess Robertson

Instagram; vi.vanta