Omaha, somewhere in middle America
Right to the heart of matters, it's the heart that matters most, as that wonderful song sings... whenever you hear Counting Crows singing about a place called Omaha, think of me and smile.
I'm going home. It's drastically quick as a decision goes, but I know it is what I need to do. I would not be staying in Paris to productive or good use. I would be avoiding some significant problems and possibly creating even larger ones in the meantime. I need to face myself. Paris is a carnival carrousel that spins so pretty that one doesn't realize that in fact he or she isn't going anywhere. I love Paris; I will always love Paris.
I had a perfect day on Tuesday. I started it off with my friend Kelsey, who came over early to use our washing machine. We did the sun salutation together and then went to breakfast--blueberry muffins! Sweet God, I love blueberry muffins (Minnesota state-muffin by the by). Then I had lunch later with my friend Anna, really delicious Greek food from rue Daguerre. Then I went home and did homework on the terrasse in the sun. Later that evening, I saw Geneviève and laughed like I only do with a true friend. It was the perfect day because I love the people in my life. I need to return home and reconnect to my family, before I lose myself to this city. Before I start thinking I know too much. So, my dear friends, this Friday, yours truly will return to the Heartland, with a sigh of relief.
I'm going home. It's drastically quick as a decision goes, but I know it is what I need to do. I would not be staying in Paris to productive or good use. I would be avoiding some significant problems and possibly creating even larger ones in the meantime. I need to face myself. Paris is a carnival carrousel that spins so pretty that one doesn't realize that in fact he or she isn't going anywhere. I love Paris; I will always love Paris.
I had a perfect day on Tuesday. I started it off with my friend Kelsey, who came over early to use our washing machine. We did the sun salutation together and then went to breakfast--blueberry muffins! Sweet God, I love blueberry muffins (Minnesota state-muffin by the by). Then I had lunch later with my friend Anna, really delicious Greek food from rue Daguerre. Then I went home and did homework on the terrasse in the sun. Later that evening, I saw Geneviève and laughed like I only do with a true friend. It was the perfect day because I love the people in my life. I need to return home and reconnect to my family, before I lose myself to this city. Before I start thinking I know too much. So, my dear friends, this Friday, yours truly will return to the Heartland, with a sigh of relief.