“Here we are, I’m going around the world! I never imagined myself doing this one day. It’s quite fascinating how the brain can come to terms with the idea of completely improbable stuff. It is still pretty crazy. The privilege is all the greater as the French are stranded at home due to confinement. So these French people, I will take them with me! I am going to share my adventures with them, try to make them dream and give them a breath of fresh air.
For my part, everything is ready. My toiletry bag, my e-reader with ten books inside. Lots of different things. A book by Alice Ferney, a Dumas that I had never read, a Marc Levy because I said to myself that it would do me good.
These last few hours I’ve been getting a bunch of kind messages, I’m in a rush and unfortunately I can’t reply to everyone. I called my close friends and family to say goodbye to them. We’re not a very expansive family, so even in those moments we talk about everything and nothing. I am lucky to have Tanguy, my husband, near me until the departure of the pontoon.
In the last few days, I haven’t been able to enjoy life on land too much. It was getting melancholy: the last evening, like the last walk. A few hours from the start, I’m a little stressed, I’m not in top of my brain shape (laughs). I am not lost, I am upset and really moved. I am in autopilot mode. “
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