The weather was a confusing tease. But aside from the random warm days and contradictory cold rainy evenings..  everything about Paris felt so right.  Home home home and ease of having a repetition and familiarity.  Faces I love and adore.  Yes, this is home.

Everyday was jam packed with people. Down to the very 2 hour increment.  I did manage a few dates with some cute boys, a French movie with no subtitles, a visit to my favorite haunts, quality time with my dear Amel, brunch with Bretsy, Girls night with new faces, girls dinner with new faces, Italian birthday party for 1 year old twins, a live performance on my ukulele, Meetings with clients for more potential wedding work, plenty of surprises with random strangers and ensuing adventures, brunch and an awkward exposition with a cute boy.  Yes, a successful time for sure.   It ended perfectly with dinner with my favorite boys and an evening of music and dancing.  My final day was spent at Merci with my dear Amel.  I love our conversations and appreciate how much we share in common in our life paths.

I just fucking love this life.  This is the life I want. This one.  When I feel alive, happy and free. When I can work hard, play hard and feel like I belong. This this this…  Can I have it please?  I know it won’t last forever. I know the people will change (they already have) but I need to experience this and have this as my life.