French have this incredibly tasty cake called Thousands of Layers.
“Traditionally, a mille-feuille is made up of three layers of puff pastry (pâte feuilletée), alternating with two layers of pastry cream (crème pâtissière), but sometimes whipped cream or jam are substituted. The top pastry layer is dusted with confectioner’s sugar, and sometimes cocoa, pastry crumbs, or pulverized seeds (e.g. roasted almonds). Alternatively the top is glazed with icing or fondant in alternating white (icing) and brown (chocolate) stripes, and combed.”
Because of all the lives they lived, all the experiences they had and all the sweetness and love that they have shared with me, I see my favourite people like mind blowing Thousands of Layers.
I will admit that their main feature is to be located in different continents, most quite far from each other and have this convenient inconvenient, called their own amazing lives, so they cannot come and see me or I cannot visit them every time my heart desires.
Thus being said, when we do get the chance to spend some time together, they always make me feel incredibly special. They make me feel SUPER ME. I could visit 100 countries, encounter 1000 interesting people, have the wildest experiences and live an extraordinary life (I am actually working on this very hard :p), but honestly without my roots, I’d feel completely lost.
I am beyond words spoiled to have my brother and sister in law taking care of my Madi, Johan doing a great job with Freja, my mom (temporarily :p) dropping the grandkids idea and constantly advertising my adventures to everyone, have my anti Facebook best friend checking at every landing if my feet are still “grounded” and honestly admitting to be jealous at times and all my close long and not so long term friends who always have time and consideration to ask me if I am good and safe.
After my first official face to face with my old lifestyle, where in the beginning I was emotional and at times very confused and not sure if everyone understood me and my idea of happiness, not to mention their generosity in accepting the bluntness of barging and settling in and out of their homes, my 3 weeks in Sweden meant 3 weeks of warmth, despite the crappy weather, quality time, cooking, sharing meals, taking walks, spending hours talking and laughing at memories and all the invisible threads that keep us together no matter what.
Is there anything impossible in this world, really, when surrounded by Thousands of Layers? If you have at least one Mille-Feuille in your cupboard full of dreams, please make sure they know how much they mean to you and the special place they hold in your journey.