Living in a Parisian Apartment: The dream and the reality

There is always a made up glamour about what it must be like to live in Paris, the city of lights and the city of love. I must have some great, gorgeous view, wood-beamed ceilings and my building must be hausmannian. Yet the realities of living in Paris are completely different than what we see in the films, or even on Instagram. If you can see the Eiffel Tower from your window, trust me… a good part of your rent is paying for that. Continue reading “Living in a Parisian Apartment: The dream and the reality”

2017 For Now

When 2017 started off, I was in a rut. I parted ways with my then host family due to scheduling issues, I had just finished up my first semester at the Sorbonne which was highly stressful and in all honesty, I was pretty worn out by a lot of personal things in my life. Jump ahead a few months, and though I am still struggling some mental battles, there are a lot of things to be grateful for in my life at the moment. Continue reading “2017 For Now”

Tips to Learn a Foreign Language

It has been two and a half years since I moved to France and something I am very proud of is how quickly I have been able to learn French. I studied French in high school, but the American system is not particularly great in teaching foreign languages. I left high school with a basic understanding of vocabulary and grammar. My French was practically barbaric when I arrived (and something that my first French family LOVED to point out, but if I mentioned their Spanish or English, they weren’t too thrilled when I corrected them). Continue reading “Tips to Learn a Foreign Language”

What No One Told You About Being an Expat

Credit : Hannah Toshie
Credit : Hannah Toshie

No one told you about the loneliness. Not the happy, look at the Eiffel Tower loneliness… the sitting on the couch in your tiny studio apartment when you realize you haven’t spoken your native language in days loneliness. The loneliness of realizing that when you speak English, you start mixing all of the languages, and you begin to feel like you do not speak any one of them correctly. The loneliness of wanting to do things you used to do all the time – especially at this time of year. Pumpkin patches and hay rides, pumpkin carving and drinking apple cider. No one told you about how things back home change. How your best friends move on, move houses, break up, hook up… How your sister is no longer 15 but actually now 18 and will be going to the ballots to vote. Another important event in her life you will miss.  Continue reading “What No One Told You About Being an Expat”

Speaking Funny 

I’ve always found accents mignonne (cute) and fun to deal with. Growing up with my mom, who still has an accent in English after 20 years of living in the states, I would at times have to translate her English… to English. Sometimes people would look at me when my mom was trying to explain something, and after I re-explained it, they would understand. I would tease my mom about it, and she would take it lightly, always making a joke about it as well. Then I moved to France… and I now understand that struggle. Continue reading “Speaking Funny “

See You Later

Goodbye.

That word tastes bitter in my mouth, but it is a word that I do know… Extensively. One I know personally and repetitively. When you move 13 times in your life, you wonder a lot what building your life in one place feels like. The thought of “what if” lingers in your head… What if I would have finished high school in the same one I started? What if I went to college in the same town many of my American friends go to? What if I had a friend I knew since I was 6? What does that feel like? Continue reading “See You Later”

Paris Blues and Twenty Years

Hello my dear friends and followers. As you can tell, I have been away from the office for a while. Let’s just say that the past two weeks (ever since I posted Hard Decisions), my life has seemed to be on a never ending, looped roller-coaster (and I am typically a fan of real roller-coasters).

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Turning 20 on the Seine by my favorite bridge, Pont Alexandre III

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