The morning before was so, so hard to figure out what the f it is that I want. The night before the morning before, though, everything seemed so clear and simple: bathing suits and t-shirts. I am talking clothes here, in life I know that all I want is everything.
Everything is everything, as Lauryn Hill says.
How not to want everything? We only have one life and I just love life so much, don’t you? Says myself even after crying the hell out of my lungs. I guess you cannot really enjoy the greatest joy unless, at least, a little bit of sourness. Sadness. Or a lot. Sometimes, going to the deep end makes you see true happiness at its best.
These last phrases were not planned, but have just happened anyway. I suck at planning, but realise that I like following one (once in a while) when there is one. When going on a trip. Although it is the coolest when nothing is planned and ***everything*** happens and boom! Happiness. I’m not talking here about getaways only. Although yum!
I’m writing this after having just come back from a trip. Sometimes, it’s hard to say goodbye when leaving the holiday destination and, at other times, it’s even harder when leaving for it. Just like this time. Suddenly, I knew nothing about t-shirts or the place I hid my swimsuits over winter.
Except for a two-piece black one and boom, only then I knew. I wanted, not necessarily, just black, but some really simple stuff with me. It felt liberating. Simple is the best, after all. All simple, natural, not planned. I’m talking about everything here. Have I seen too many movies? Nah.
It felt like breathing. Says myself who likes va-va-voom just as much.
Aaanyway, I’m telling you: a couple of t-shirts (but really good ones), of jeans (but true jeans), a pair of sandals (but cool sandals who like to have fun), of sneakers (but the ones you adore), a dress or two you have for years (to gather more memories into), a jumper (you can’t seem to be able to live without anymore) and at least one bathing suit (because naked is not as possible as one might wish for) is all you need for a #vitaminesea weekend.
Because this is all I wore on trip in spite of the many other clothes I, somehow, managed to stuff into so many bags that I so am not a fan of, jees. A carry-on would have done it, but, then, what about the drama before the trip? The staring at the sun, the sky, the kitesurfers, the overthinking in my head and the daydreaming wouldn’t have been the same. Or would it? This human species is something else…
They say life is so easy, we just make it oh-so complicated. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t, maybe we do, maybe we don’t. Either way, it’s so f*cking interesting and I can’t wait for the rest of it. And maybe a little bit of planning never hurt nobody.
Just like partying. And crying, haha, kidding. Or not. You see? Maybe you do, maybe you don’t… Just kidding. Or not.
