Senses
Senses is how I feel life.
And this page is where I gather the memories I want to hold onto — the ones I don’t want to fade.
The sights I have seen.
The places I have been.
The tastes I have tried.
The touches I have given and received.
The sounds I have listened to.
These are the fragments that stay with me —
the way my senses remember the world
long after the moments have passed.
My beautiful Bath
And there in Bath, I lived more than one life. Bath saw me as a student, a learner, a dreamer, a searcher, a wanderer, a writer, a reader, a lover, a fighter, and eventually, a founder.
That house and Bath had witnessed everything. Bath saw me arriving, living, dreaming, loving, struggling, fighting, losing, finding - all at once. Bath saw me at my highest, living the dream I had fought so hard to reach, and at my lowest, when I wondered whether the dream would undo me. Bath saw me drunk on love and lose love. Bath saw me lose myself, then find my way, slowly gather the pieces again to shape a better version of myself, I hope.
Bath, the city that woke up all of my senses.