Man, life isn’t easy when you’re on your own, especially being away halfway ‘round the world. Living life independently carries its risks, steering one towards potential missteps without a support system to rectify them. So I am really starting to get anxious at the very moment, thinking about what lies ahead, having been caught in uncertainty on the idea of “continue living” or “finally leaving” Europe with the fast-approaching end of the masters. Guess I have a plan for what I want to achieve given all the chaos that awaits, so all I need to do is stay focused and consistent. But easier said than done, as they say. And grappling with these thoughts makes such moments of introspection even more daunting. Grounding oneself becomes imperative; accepting new challenges and enjoying the little joys while waiting, like travelling. So –

So yes, travelling remains as my top means to let off steam due to such anxieties. And so over the weekend, I found myself walking those Dijon streets, a French city known for its rich history and architectural heritage. Situated at the confluence of the Ouche and Suzon rivers, it has evolved from a regional transportation hub in the 9th century to the capital chosen by Robert I, duke of Burgundy in 1015. Despite facing a decline after the French Revolution, Dijon underwent revitalization with the arrival of railways in 1851, propelling it into a major communications center. Today, the city thrives as an administrative, commercial, and tourist hub, with a diverse economic landscape. Its universities, museums, and festivals contribute to a dynamic atmosphere, while industries such as food products and pharmaceuticals sustain employment. Indeed, life's journey is dynamic, requiring resilience, adaptability, and a willingness to embrace both challenges and joys to grow and flourish just like what Dijon did, adapted to the changing times and thrived. I hope that we too can learn to rely more on ourselves, especially with the challenges presented with solitude.

PS: Carved into a corner of Dijon's oldest church is a small, weathered Stone Owl, standing at less than a foot tall. This unassuming creature, known as the Owl of Notre Dame de Dijon, has held a significant role for over three centuries, granting wishes to those who touch its face with their left hand. Despite its modest appearance and the wear of time, the owl symbolizes Dijon and serves as an informal talisman, positioned on an inconspicuous corner of the church. Of course, I would not have missed the chance to have that touch of magic on this stone owl and asked for that much-needed luck I badly needed for the coming months.