Paris-sick
Tonight I miss Paris more than I have at any point since returning home. And I've missed Paris a whole lot since I've been back, so this is devastating.
The weather is bad and, depressing enough as that is, it's a thunderstorm. Danielle used to get scared during thunderstorms and duck and cover when she heard the thunder, regardless of where we were. I miss her so much tonight and I need to talk to her about this job and I can't call her because it is earlier in the morning than I have ever known her to wake up.
I've pretty much decided to take it, should the interview go well this week. The timing and coincidence in how it came about is just too much of a coincidence to ignore. The past few months, taking every opportunity that came my way worked out excellent. But this job, as much as it offers the opportunity for exotic travel, locks me in a Toronto base for the next year or so.
I feel like I'm at a real turning point in my life. I have several, completely different, paths in front of me. Any one of which could have me 10 years from now either regretting or thanking the person that I am today.
I miss the Limonade.
I miss the roof.
I miss Mick.
I miss Jardin de Luxembourg.
I miss Monoprix.
I miss the Eiffel Tower.
I miss Bertrand.
I miss the Metro.
I miss the rue de Rennes.
I miss the Ritz.
I miss Danielle.
I miss my apartment.
I miss FIP.
I miss the Seine.
I miss Sophia.
I miss hearing the church bells from my window.
I miss the Pigeons (ours aren't as pretty).
I miss le Grillon.
I miss the Fondue boy.
I miss french accents.
I miss Xavier.
I miss the Rula Bula.
I miss the Pont Neuf.
I miss Shakespeare and Company.
I miss Gill.
I miss La Duree Macarons.
I miss the Tour Montparnasse.
I miss la Tournesol.
I miss the spectacular views that are everywhere.
I miss all the statues.
I miss being told that I'm "tres belle" ou "charmante"
I even miss my 180 stairs and a million other things.
When I moved to Paris I was homesick, but only for the people. I've never been homesick for a place before, as much as I miss the people. The actual location of Paris captured my heart. Brampton doesn't feel like home to me anymore, and Toronto seems far less appealing and glamorous than it did when I left.
The weather is bad and, depressing enough as that is, it's a thunderstorm. Danielle used to get scared during thunderstorms and duck and cover when she heard the thunder, regardless of where we were. I miss her so much tonight and I need to talk to her about this job and I can't call her because it is earlier in the morning than I have ever known her to wake up.
I've pretty much decided to take it, should the interview go well this week. The timing and coincidence in how it came about is just too much of a coincidence to ignore. The past few months, taking every opportunity that came my way worked out excellent. But this job, as much as it offers the opportunity for exotic travel, locks me in a Toronto base for the next year or so.
I feel like I'm at a real turning point in my life. I have several, completely different, paths in front of me. Any one of which could have me 10 years from now either regretting or thanking the person that I am today.
I miss the Limonade.
I miss the roof.
I miss Mick.
I miss Jardin de Luxembourg.
I miss Monoprix.
I miss the Eiffel Tower.
I miss Bertrand.
I miss the Metro.
I miss the rue de Rennes.
I miss the Ritz.
I miss Danielle.
I miss my apartment.
I miss FIP.
I miss the Seine.
I miss Sophia.
I miss hearing the church bells from my window.
I miss the Pigeons (ours aren't as pretty).
I miss le Grillon.
I miss the Fondue boy.
I miss french accents.
I miss Xavier.
I miss the Rula Bula.
I miss the Pont Neuf.
I miss Shakespeare and Company.
I miss Gill.
I miss La Duree Macarons.
I miss the Tour Montparnasse.
I miss la Tournesol.
I miss the spectacular views that are everywhere.
I miss all the statues.
I miss being told that I'm "tres belle" ou "charmante"
I even miss my 180 stairs and a million other things.
When I moved to Paris I was homesick, but only for the people. I've never been homesick for a place before, as much as I miss the people. The actual location of Paris captured my heart. Brampton doesn't feel like home to me anymore, and Toronto seems far less appealing and glamorous than it did when I left.