Ive Fallin in love again...with Paris
No words can explain the relationship between me and Paris. My time in Paris rejuvenated me; I grew stronger than before, and figured my life. I will never forget my time sitting by the Seine watching the boats go by, reading a good book, walking over to Shakespeare and Co. searching through piles of old dusty books, saying hello to the cute Canadian that was always working there, listening to the music from the homeless musicians that lived above Shakespeare. I remember my walks through parks taking in the splendor that is Paris, statues, flowers, and watching Parisian’s (whose dramatic lives never cease to entertain). I remember the Galloway. Walking in and seeing my roommate Sam working the bar, sitting down in my usual spot at the bar, watching Yan sing, listening to my homeless, Australian, musician named Steven tell me his newest adventure on the metro...example "I fell asleep in the metro during the fete de la musique and I woke up to the French police kicking me" and "how about we get married so you can support me and I can get another citizenship?"*sigh* I will miss that. Most of all I will miss the people. I have found that it’s really the people that you’re with that make the best memories of your life, not necessarily the places or material things. I miss my Paris friends, it’s an interesting bonding experience living together in and a place where everything is foreign and you and your friends there are the only ones that truly understand what you are feeling. Paris is beautiful and I miss it everyday. I miss the slow pace of life and the intensity that the French take everything from life in, whether it’s a meal or a walk with a good friend; everything is to be savored and enjoyed.