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”
Senior year of high school my compass for choosing universities was always spinning. Each day I was talking my mom’s ear off about how THIS certain university was the one I HAD to go to. My mom always told me, “Veronica, you need to get your compass pointed north, you are spinning everywhere and do not know where you want to go.”
She was right. I knew where I wanted to end up and what degree I wanted to get, but I did not know which school could do that for me. I also believe I had these thoughts running through my head that told me, “you need to be like everyone else and go to college. You need to have that broke, dorm room college life”. I know these feelings came from the fact that my high school years were full of moving places and loneliness. Yet, one night in the car with my mom, she just out of the blue said, “how about you move abroad?” Continue reading “Compass Pointed North”
I’ve lost my inspiration.
The city no longer captivates me as a wild eyed child, each corner turned holding a new discovery. Continue reading “Midst the Noise”
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.
Why… Hello there internet. It seems that we have not seen each other in quite some time. I have been away, whisking myself in the magic that this city holds. Actually, in all honesty, I have just been busy and tired by the end of the day. Continue reading “Ten and Tapas”