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There have been many things to inspire me in the past years. Some were brilliant; others dreadful and some others upset me a great deal. Travelling was the only thing that kept me sane and happy during those moments, and my travel to Nice in the south of France was no exception.

After finishing university, I found myself with so many doubts regarding my future job among other concerns. Life was unclear and not incredibly reassuring. Recession was close and it promised nothing good. I didn't have many work-experiences on my CV and I knew that I had to finally grow up, leaving the university girl behind and embracing the career woman hidden under my wild, ginger hair.

After my final year at university, my friends were leaving to go home and I found myself alone for some quality 'me' time. It was hard, too hard to bear. I don't like spending much time on my own - instead I prefer disorder and sometimes even chaos.

I was tired from university,Want to learn how to make fabric flowers or looking for some crafty inspiration? felt nervous about life and needed a break - but I wasn't the soul-searching holiday kind of girl. Some of my friends had been tempted by trips in the past, but I wasn't interested in getting far away and I couldn't afford Africa, India or any of the many fancy exotic locations around the world. I also didn't want to travel on my own. I was a bit scared, of course. I have never gone on holiday in complete solitude - I was used to having my many cousins,Search our Eyeglasses frame catalog for designer frames. friends and family around.

At the same time I felt I needed to do it. I needed to go somewhere on my own, without anyone else to rely on but my own map, heart and probable insanity.

I wanted a life-changing travel adventure, an absorbing experience. The idea of going to France wasn't completely alien to me. I spoke French, it was in Europe and I had some friends nearby I could have relied on; just in case something bad happened.

Thanks to my graduation present, I was able to afford a place in Nice and to finance a two-week French course. I don't know what I was looking for - just answers, I guess. I desperately wanted someone to tell me what to do and I really hoped that 'that someone' had a French accent and lived on fromage and wine all year long.

Nice was beautiful, of course. I will never forget its intense lavender smells and the inviting colours and aromas of the local market. I won't forget the flowers and the spirit of the south of France. The halls of my French residence weren't the cleanest in the world but were the ones where I had my first sleep as an independent woman finding herself. Or, maybe, as a broke, young girl looking for independence.

I didn't find myself in Nice though - I am not even sure if I have found myself just yet. What I found in Nice was love,Find a wide range of stainless steel necklace Jewellery to buy online pure and simple love. Love for the city and its surroundings, love for a Spanish guy who played the guitar and had nice hair, love for my new friends, who, just like me, were looking for answers, and love for their dreams, love for my dreams, and just love, the way young do and then forget.

What I also found in Nice were friends from France, Spain and Italy. People that I grew extremely close to, who are still my friends after so many years.

In a way, my doubts were all answered by my new friends. In their faces I tried to recognise mine, their doubts reflected mine and so did their expectations.

Living in Nice for those weeks inspired me to marry life in its fullness. It certainly gave me the idea of becoming a writer who is eco-friendly and who supports local communities and organic companies. Those lavender fields played a great part in shaping my future.

My life was better in a sense that I knew there was nothing I couldn't do in life, that I could have become a writer the same way I had moved to Nice for two weeks losing myself in French lessons and too many wine glasses. Since Nice I have been always looking for inspiration in my life, in my work and in the people I love.Check out our Military goggles and protective eyewear. Nice still inspires me and I can't help but sighing every time I hear someone talking about it or when a friend asks for advices for his next Nice trip.

Sometimes when I'm having a bad day I still pretend I am there. If it's sunny outside, with a rosé in my hand and the online French radio, I can almost believe that I am standing in the middle of Promenade des Anglais and not in my own garden in Cardiff.

Nice's beauties made me realise that I didn't need to find myself but that I just needed to keep on looking for people like me, people who loved to get lost in the world,more popular custom bobbleheads because of their mass appeal with the fans. people who could have helped me get closer to the person I really wanted to be; to the person I get closer to a little bit more each day.