I am back in Paris, which means I am back to being the foreigner. Yet, for some reason, I feel caught between two worlds. Continue reading “Reversed Worlds”
I have learned a strong lesson, one I know I’ve been denying for years. One I should have realized back in November, when those words cut the air like ice and I was told “I think about you from time to time”. I should have realized then the fight was over, and even though how much I tried, that love was never going to be reciprocated.
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.
Ahhhh Thursdays. Hello. It is almost, finally, the end of the week. Thursday has to be one of my favorite days. More than halfway done! Okay, now I feel like I am just stating the obvious. Also, today happens to be the 13th which is my favorite number and two days away from my three month anniversary with Paris (yes, Paris and I are that annoying couple that celebrate each months anniversary because… it is Paris).
Moving abroad, all you can think about are your firsts. The first time you will buy a bottle of wine, crepes, escargots, climb the Eiffel Tower, walk down Champs Elysees… you never really think about the firsts you will be missing back home.
It’s Thursday, yay!
If we were having coffee, I would probably have ordered (or made, depending on where we decided to chat) a hot chocolate instead. Lately, I am coffeed out (yes, I know coffeed is not a word but that is what my mother says when she can’t stand coffee for a while and needs a break). Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee (Or Hot Chocolate?)”
A year ago, if you would have told me that I would be moving to France I would have simply laughed in your face and said, “there is no possible way that one, my parents would support that and two, I could afford it”. Continue reading “Support Makes Dreams Come True”