france. it is such a meaningful place for me, and just so happens to be one of the most sought after, beautiful, dreamed of places. i am so lucky to have a place like this to love -- and to call home. in all seriousness, i think it loves me back.
i'll never forget the first few months i lived in paris. i was twenty years old and had just lost a very dear friend. i was broken and scared and somewhat unsure of who i was. i left boston with two suitcases boarding a plane to the unknown. i knew not one soul in the city (my grandparents live six hours southwest of paris) and felt so vulnerable having just spent the summer mourning with my very best friends. well, suffice to say i made the best of friends in paris, including the city itself. it cradled me on those nights that i cried myself to sleep. it held my hand as i made my way down yet another cobblestone side street, unsure of where i was headed, or even where i had come from. it sang melodies to me as i tried my hand at art or learning arabic. paris was my first love. and i'll never forget it for all it gave me.
paris, my love, i cannot wait to see you again (oh, and all your charm) in just two days.