Printemps a Paris

It’s a shame that all my blogging ideas fell to the wayside once I lived in Paris. Capturing the moments takes a lot more energy than one realizes. However, I have stories to tell that I will upload here in case anyone is interested or would like to reminisce or read about living life abroad.

I always considered myself a travelbug without ever having really traveled, perse that is internationally and by myself. I’d only been to France once before with a small group from high school and we lived with a host family half the time. It was overwhelming and wonderful and completey horrible all at once. Most important experiences are, n’est-ce pas?

Living there last year was beyond amazing. I promised myself after the housefire that I would live, truly live and do what I wanted to do with my life instead of waiting for life to happen to me. I think that’s a problem we all face, we get bogged down and hypnotized by our fears. We think, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” When really, if you had just done it, you would realize that you were completely stupid for not having done it a lot sooner! There’s nothing to be scared of except as the saying goes, “Fear itself.” Which is true, cliche, but incredibly true.

Maybe it’s because it was like a wonderful neverending vacation, but I have never been happier than I was in Paris. It brought out the best version of me, a version I didn’t even know existed. I wish there was a way to have brought that home. I did in a small way, a suitcase’s worth, but it didn’t last as long or feel as fantastique as it did there.

Don’t let doubt dwell in your home and in your heart.