Going to Bulgaria is like going to a place I've always known. A concentrated hub of family, love and memories. But now standing on the beach at 3am and truly absorbing what lies before and around me, I discover that what I am seeing is something new. With the jazzy beats tickling my eardrums and curling the corner of my lips to a smile and the lights of a weekend break reflecting off the still sea, I can't help but feel a warmth within myself.
In the distance I see a ship hard at work, a juxtaposition of the people hard at rest; sipping cocktails and daring to make a move on that person they've had their eye on all night.
Every year I return with a fresh perspective on something I've seen year after year. Scenes I've always been exposed to only now hitting me hard in the heart.
And so I find myself with a question, is this place my true home?... or is that a part of me yet to be discovered?
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