The plan was hatched back in December, months before I put my two week’s notice in :
- Wait for my bonus, and quit in March.
- Spend April in Paris to get inspired, enjoy the city the way it was supposed to be enjoyed, and scrape all the crap from the previous 16 months out of my head.
- Come home for May, connect with friends and get some writing done.
- Spend June in Rome, volunteer at the Torre Argentina Cat Sanctuary, maybe find a new inspiration or stumble into another epiphany among the splendor of Rome.
Continue reading Love : Letting Go and Holding On
Today, I leave Paris. It’s not quite time to go home yet, since I’ll be jumping across the Channel to spend a few days in London, but the time in the City of Light has drawn to a close. With the possible exception of a visit last November, this is the first time I’ve been sad to leave Paris.
Continue reading Paris : Day 30 – Au Revoir
Today I met an old friend for coffee, which turned out to be lunch, because it was 3pm and I just got up. So I guess it could have been considered breakfast. Maybe brunch. Point is, it became a meal instead of a drink.
Continue reading Paris : Day 27 – The Kids Are Alright
So either I’m just lucky, I have telekinetic powers, or the girl next door reads my website – unfortunately the second is more probable than the third – but she has finally stopped doing a can-can dance with her keys every morning. Alas, I have a new enemy in the building.
The building must employ some kind of cleaning person, because every few days there is someone vacuuming the stairs and the landing on every floor. The idea in itself is a little absurd, because the building is old and mostly filthy anyway, and the carpet they’re maintaining is dirty and threadbare. Even if the occasional sweep to pick up litter would be beneficial, I really don’t know what a vacuum cleaner is bringing to the party here.
Continue reading Paris : Day 24 – Hidden Pussy
This is where it gets weird. No, not like ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ weird, or people that back in to their garage weird, just kind of a general sense of being out of place.
Continue reading Paris : Day 23 – Confirmation