Paris Continued
We're about to begin our second month in Paris and already I feel divided between wanting to stay here forever and wanting to rush home at this very second. Many things I miss about America, down to the most banal and silly. I'm beginning to feel like a bit more of a local, given that now I say "Oh, I live here," but in many ways I still feel like quite the outsider. I can't function peacefully on public transportation without my music or a book - and even that seems to disrupt the populace, especially on the RER when we're in "sardine formation," crowded with odours, jostling to find a hand-hold on the grab-bar. It takes me 1/2 an hour to get to school, switching trains twice. I walk more than I ever did at home or at Hartwick, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Most of the time, I feel the need to have someone by me, but other times I prefer the solitude that one can find only by being in the huge mass of crowds that is Paris. Jealousy follows me at every street corner, in every restaurant, every club, and every Metro car. To bear witness to two people completely enraptured with one another, lost in each others' eyes and arms... times like this I wish love would just come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, whispering in my ear "I've been waiting for you." What a dream.
Welp, enough of that. Time to whip up some dinner, then head off to the Louvre for an evening program. Missing everyone, so drop a line.
Welp, enough of that. Time to whip up some dinner, then head off to the Louvre for an evening program. Missing everyone, so drop a line.