I love travelling. Travelling is about seeing new places, meeting new people, smelling unknown scents, riding new roads. Actually.

At the moment I seem to take comfort in visiting old places again. Why? I have an odd way of memorising things. When I visit a place, I always take along my bag of sensitivity and things/ people that have or do affect me. I already wrote about the intrusive little man that sat on my shoulder for quite a while. In the last couple months I realised how damn hard it is to get rid of him. My mind is not set to just press a certain switch and everything is good again (frankly that’s one of the aspects I hate about being non-neurotypical).

Last year I spent a good amount of my vacations in France, I visited lovely places, but the nasty little man just tagged along. I think I got rid of him now, and so I decided for this years vacations to visit both new places and make new memories in the already known ones – so that those won’t be spoiled forever by those little malignities and side blows of the nasty little man.

So I am off soon to Beaune (new place), l’Ardèche (old), Le Puy en Velay (old), La Gironde (new) and Guilvinec (old) and Saint-Nic (new) en Bretagne. And before all that I’m going to Dublin to see my all-time-favourite band Snow Patrol, something I haven’t done in almost five years. Concert-visits have always been such a joyous battery charger for my soul. So this will be it – let’s see which of those events will blow off the little man into nothingness forever.

The little man isn’t actually a real person, by the way. He is a person with many faces, that’s why he isn’t always recognisable. But he is in the way, for sure.