Then I woke up in the afternoon (jetlag, oooh, tell me about it... I've been feeling soo terribly exhausted since then) and got ready to go out with two friends. I had been feeling quite down since I left DC due to Drama with a capital D in the weeks that preceded, almost to the point of wanting to get off the plane two seconds before it took off. Yet, it doomed on me that I was in Paris, and that in May, the school-year will be over and I don't know when I'll come back to live here again, to be a part of it, a Parisian, not just a mere tourist or visitor. And after we visited a few bars on Oberkampf (I won't hide it, the fact that you can drink at 18 here is very charming), I had this rush of happiness and optimism that I hadn't felt in a long time.
I realized at this very moment that I was young (DON'T misunderstand me, I think physical age doesn't matter and isn't a mean to judge people (Constance, you know about my ''the older, the better'' theory ;), but at 18 or 19, you can dedicate your life to yourself, whereas in a decade I will get married and have children and many responsibilities... it's not the same freedom), in the most beautiful place in the world (after my beloved Washington DC, of course <3 ), and free. And I wouldn't make the mistake I did in the first semester, which was to live with my head in the future, so that my perception of actual current things that were happening became completely clouded. As if I was living my life in Paris behind a veil. This time, I thought, I am in Paris for real and I better make the most out of it. And France as a whole, as a matter of fact.
I am looking forward to go back to Toulouse, a place where my dearest friend Constance (a sweet, pure admirer of America and Michelle Obama and the most adorable girl ever!) lives. When I went there last November, actually the day after Thanksgiving (Despite missing a free tour of the Moulin Rouge organized by NYU-France, but I don't regret it), I was just seduced by it's beautiful architecture (I'm a girl who loves pink), it's Southern charm, it's relaxed, kind, hospitable people... What I would call Un Joyau de civilisation. Not to mention the delicious food and the bars! (Constance isn't as much of a party-girl as I am). Practically a lovely place to go where you want to change from Paris... Aaah, Toulouse. I felt like I wanted to have my own history there, just like I have my history in Paris and Washington (and for the next three years, New York). Maybe I'll wait till retirement, or I'll just take a mid-career break and write a novel or produce a movie...
Aaaanyways, I'm going away from the subject, this being, ''Back from Paris'' and ''you haven't blogged in a long time, young lady''.
Uhm, what could I have written about my stay in DC since this blog is about Paris? I must say, I do have a charming, very romantic post that I wrote while I was sitting on the bank of the Potomac River in Georgetown the day before I left. But I still need to type it up. Actually (I am blogging from my bed right now, jetlag much? ;) ) I must admit I am hoping I did not forget the notebook in DC.
As for today, I am going to attempt to fight my
In an hour (or so), I am heading to Saint Michel to buy some of my [overly-expensive after the store INFLATED the prices] textbooks and then seek inner peace at Notre-Dame... or so. *wink wink*
That will be all for now, oh beloved readers. Till my next post, I hope you fructifully multiply...
Dosvedanya!
