This you can always count on: it will rain in Paris.
Time to ramble.
Angie left yesterday and for the first time in three weeks I do not have to move. No complaints really. The last 3 weeks have been a whirlwind of adventure, crazy stories, cool people and a ridiculous amount of walking. I managed to do 2 weeks with the same two outfits, one pair of shoes and camera and one lens. It felt GREAT to pack so light. By the end of two weeks though I loathed my clothing and shoes. I also decided I owned too many beauty products. Noted.
I need to update here with my handwritten journal entries. Later this week.
This I love about Paris: the language, the way of life, the food, the wine, the sweet people I have met and made friends with. Things I hate about Paris: the attitude of :some: of the people, their weird eating hours, how expensive everything is, and how everything seems have this “beaujious” “I am something” attitude.
I suppose that attitude is everywhere. Perhaps i feel threatened by that since everyone is overly educated here and that is sensitive area for me.
Maybe I should look into school programs here for my bachelors and just take out student loans. Something to think about.
Today I have resolved to make things work. I will work hard. I will be a hustler and make my dream a reality. I must push myself harder. HARDER. I will try to live the rest of this week on 30 euros so that I can stay longer in this city and network the shit out of it. Challenge excepted.
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Yesterday I pretty much slept all day. After having walked 100+ miles in the last 3 weeks my body said “NOMORE”. I gladly obliged. I had moved into my new place for the next week. Cozy and feels like home. Always like home here.
Had appero with Bretsy and Fralix. We shared a le gallete for January and of course wine and champagne. I love these sweet people.
The evening ended with Rapha and Eloi with nothing less than beers and taking turns at playing dj. They invited me to contribute to their photo wall. Yes. I have officially made it as one of the group. I told them I should be on the waiting list if one of their rooms vacate. They laughed and agreed.
