It’s taken me a while to put these words together. I do not want to misspeak. What happened on Friday, November 13th, 2015 is unimaginable, and I can only imagine what the victim’s friends and family and the people who were an audience to the horrors of that night are going through. I was luckily far away from anything that happened (even though the original plans for the night were to be around the area where the events occured, in the 10th and 11th arrondissements. For some reason, we changed plans last minute). I was in the 15th arrondissement at a friend’s apartment (near the Eiffel Tower). It seemed like a normal night. We were making mulled wine and telling stories. My friend received a message from a friend saying that they had heard what was going on in Paris and that she hoped that everything was going well. We were confused. What was happening in Paris? I then looked down at my phone to figure out what was going on and Fred was calling me. Continue reading “An Aftermath of 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).