Travel Life With Vân

I have a confession to make.

I have a lot of imagination.

The life I live in my head is so much more interesting than the one I am actually living.

In my head, I have my dream loft, my dream job and a drop-your-panties sexy kind of guy waiting naked on the couch, ready to go. Yeah yeah, of course, he’s a nice gentleman that’s treating me like a Queen, but let’s face it. The sex should be breathtaking.

In real life, I do the cleaning in a hostel to be able to have a free accommodation in a dorm, I look for jobs that will probably never call me back and there’s nobody who could have less sex than I have. Which is none.

In my bubble, I walk head straight owning my part of the world, boss lady, making a change.

In reality, I’m running with a limp to the frightening unknown with no clue of what to do, how to achieve or when will a change is going to come.

In my dreams, we live in a world where women lift each others up, where being bi-racial doesn’t mean that you have to choose just one part of you, where you can embrace who you are without people underestimating you.

In the world we live in, well, there are so much trouble that’s going on right now that I don’t even know where to start.

So I choose to live in my imagination. Where the sex is way more happening. I bet some of you can agree.

Right ?

Because you can get whatever you’d like in your head.

Having a boss that guides you to become the best version of yourself, that takes a leap of faith and gives you a chance, that encourages you to learn and grow.

Not having to worry about survival needs like paying rent, food or freaking taxes.

Getting a good guy instead of settling for an idiot that’ll likely break your heart or at least crack it a little bit ?

I wish the firefighter I once “saw” was not secretly dating a whole bunch of somebody else’s, I wish I’ll get that call that launches my career, I wish I could find a place I could call home.

Instead, I dream about that one handsome dude that has a smile and a look that would make you feel you’re the only one in the world. I picture myself taking out the world with my ambition, determination and independence. I see how I would want my beautiful home to look like.

Whereas, life is testing me. I’m impatiently waiting for my turn to come. Working my ass off to make improvements. Killing the time that slips out of my hands.

But do I miss out on something ?

My dreams are just what they are. Dreams. It’s up to me to turn them into goals to achieve them.

Living life can be difficult but at the end of the day, being able to breathe and look at the stars is one of the most beautiful gifts. That way, we are able to see what beautiful things life has to offer.

Do we not notice that guy at the library that holds the door for you ? The one that leaves his place for you to go faster at the grocery shopping ? The one that smiles nicely at you in a random corridor ?

Do we notice the beautiful day outside, the warm weather, the colors of the flowers ?

Do we see how grateful we should be to be breathing, to be healthy (or healthy enough), to be able to live, love and experience ?

Can we not see what amazing things are happening around us ?

I grew up in a modest family in a middle of nowhere in France and I’m now (ok still poor but still) pursuing my passions in Australia. Going after my dreams in a place where I can walk to the Ocean during the day and look up at the sky full of stars at night.

Isn’t it better to open our eyes and see the actual beautiful life that’s happening instead of living a parallel life in our head that would probably never come true ?