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It is rainy and dark here this morning, and the first thing I was reminded of was a day a little over 4 months ago in Paris (mostly because the above photo is my desktop background). For the most part we had the most amazing weather the entire trip, but on the second day in Paris, as we wandered through the d’Orsay, we noticed the sky outside started turning dark. It had been sunny and hot only a few minutes before and we had baked while waiting in line to get in. We stopped to look out the window through one of the giant clocks in the old building. Sacre Coeur was in the distance, beyond the Tuileries, with black storm clouds approaching behind the white spires. As we went through the Degas Les Nus exhibit we heard the rumbling of the storm moving overhead, and when we emerged an hour later, it was pouring. We quickly darted down Rue de Bellechasse, my camera tucked under my shirt, to St. Germain and hopped into the closest metro. We were soaked, and it was thrilling.
I think I’m feeling so nostalgic today because last night we finished the guest room, which is wonderful and exciting and I’ll share photos of it all decorated on Monday. But it reminds me so much of my dad. There are paintings of his hung on the walls, his easel, with paint stains still on it, pictures of us on the bookshelf, an old map of Paris, and I laid on the bed in there for an hour last night, listening to the Midnight in Paris soundtrack and soaking it all in, and I cried. The room is literally everything I’ve ever wanted out of a space, and the only thing I could do was be sad about my dad not being a part of it. Paris and my dad are mutually exclusive to me, and it hurts my heart to feel so inspired by this French Provincial room that he would have loved but can’t see.
I’m feeling very overwhelmed. Which is why I’m committing right now to making another trip to Paris before the end of the year. I don’t care if it’s for 4 days and it’s freezing. What is the point of working so hard and saving all this money if I can’t do the one thing I want to do with it? I need Paris. And I’m going back.