Maybe it is the weather. The drizzling rain, the cloudy days, and the countless gray buildings that look more alive in the summer instead of in the cold wind. Maybe it is because this weather does not let me go out and enjoy the streets of Paris like I did when I first arrived here and I feel inclosed. Or maybe, it is something completely, utterly different. Continue reading “Bajón”
On the wind, ‘cross the sea, / Hear this song and remember… Soon you’ll be home with me / Once upon a December.
Here we are, 16 years later, never actually knowing that we would be living together… in Paris.
It started off as speed dating for friends as we attended all of our organizations events. We were lonely our first few couple of weeks and confused as we experienced this completely, different culture.
Life, you are funny. Really funny.
Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils… -You’ve Got Mail
It is officially autumn here in Paris (i.e. my favorite season because sweaters, boots and coffee). After a blistering, hot September it is nice to finally enter the routine of school and work (and dear god, I need to find an extra curricular activity). The more I am here, the more I fall in love with the city of love.