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”
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”
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”
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).
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.
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”