Give me 6-12 months in a new town or city, my mind will start to think about the next city to live in. It is a habit, something I cannot help. I noticed it the last move, between Oregon and Indiana. I absolutely adored the suburb I lived in outside of Portland, the friends I had made and the high school I went to (my teachers made going to school worthwhile). Then when we arrived to Indiana, I cried for months. Why had I agreed to move when I loved home so much?
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.