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.
6 comments:
that was so very touching. you were very courageous to have left home after such a loss. i hope you have a glorious time falling in love (again) with paris!
xoxo
mariss
You know the movie Sabrina? (the new one) I love it when she quotes Gertrude Stein in her dreamy thoughtful voice. I imagine that must be how you feel :)
Oh how I dream of living in Paris one day.
ah I have always dreamed of going to Paris. I even took French in high school for my future plan of Paris!
Such a sweet post! You make me wish I could sneak into your suitcase and join you!
visiting europe has always been in my bucket list, you are so lucky to have called paris home! i hope you have a wonderful trip natalie!
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