So because this week wasn’t going well enough already, I have a very exciting announcement. Here’s a hint:
Give up? I AM GOING BACK TO PARIS IN MARCH FOR 6 DAYS! I don’t think I need to explain how happy this makes me, but just in case you need a reminder of just how much I love Paris, see almost every post I’ve ever written (specifically this, this, this, this, this, this, and this. And these.) I was going to leave the day after Thanksgiving but decided to wait until I had 10 weeks of French class under my belt so I’d feel more comfortable communicating. It will be a short trip, but long enough to recharge my batteries and clear my head. And do some serious writing. I will probably spend at least the first day crying hysterically and hugging buildings and metro signs and random Frenchmen like an idiot. It doesn’t feel like a vacation, it feels like I’m going home. And because I’m a good girlfriend, I’m bringing Boyfriend along with me! Do you know I actually had to convince him to accept a free trip to Paris? Sometimes, that boy…
Sure, it may seem indulgent to go to Paris twice in 10 months (this is actually my new life plan). And I don’t have to validate it other than to say that I work very hard and very long hours in a creatively-unfulfilling job, I manage my spending and have no debt, and I deserve it. All I want in life is the ability to travel to Paris when I want. Why do I have money in savings just sitting there when Paris exists? (This was a rhetorical question but my mom went ahead an answered it in conversation earlier in the week with, “To pay for a wedding! DUH.”) I’m young, basically responsibility-free (no offense, Fitz!) and I don’t want to look back and regret not going just because I could.
So, yes. Paris! Again! We’ll be staying in Montmartre hopefully. We might go back to the Louvre, we might go to Versailles, but mostly we’re just going to wander and sit in cafes for too long and I’ll fill an entire memory card with pictures. I’m going to scout out all the places I’m writing about in my book and just soak up the city for 5 whole days. I’m also going to eat nothing but macarons and escargot, but not together. C’est dégoûtant.
Paris, amour de ma vie, I’ll see you soon.