Journals from Paris – part one

Tuesday – September 20, 2016.  5:15p.m. Dallas, Texas

img_3147We are about to taxi down the runway. I feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. I am going to Paris.

The last song that I heard as I left the airport was a country song. I’ll miss Texas. It seems normal right now to hear country music, to see advertisements written in English, and to speak with others in your native language, but I know to relish it for one last time. I am leaving a familiar world where I am confident and sure. I am heading to another country of which I have never been.

Au revoir, mon amie Texas. I shall see you again because you will always be my home no matter how far away I go. Bonjour, Paris! I await your adventures.

Bonjour, Paris!

Thursday – September 22, 2016. 2:45p.m. Paris, France

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My second day in Paris. I already have begun falling in love with this city. I came here looking to enjoy and learn about a new country, but just within a couple days I know how special this experience is: living in Paris for five weeks.

It is my first full day here. I awoke at 7:30a.m. to the small clink of dishes and to the faint aroma of fresh bread. I laid in bed thinking how I should be worn out because of the time difference. I closed my eyes thinking I should sleep as much as possible, but it didn’t work. My mind was ready for the day to begin.

My hosts are wonderful. My cousin’s husband (Jean-Thibault) has cousins in Paris. I am staying with them in their apartment in the heart of the city. It’s beautiful with colorful walls, long elegant curtains, and paintings everywhere that Natalene has painted.

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It is easy to romanticize this place, but I am looking forward to staying long enough to know what it’s like to live here. I appreciate that I do not have to soak everything in in just a few days. Instead of taking pictures and being the normal tourist, I am walking around and taking the bus learning French. I am soaking it all in but in a meaningful deep breathing sort of way.

I ride the bus watching the people and buildings pass by. I sit down in the fresh air writing this while hearing conversations in French. I walk the streets learning where the boulangeries are. I do not need to rush. I take my time, and learn about this new city like getting to know a new friend.

Even without seeing the “sights,” I am already wishing to be here longer. I am in a dream, and I don’t want to wake up.

Susanna

Of Southern Pines Photography

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