I think one of the few truly great things about being in a place like this is that the little things that most people don't think about become unimaginably exciting. Things like making pancakes on the stove top with butter instead of Pam and not burning them.
So while I was in France my roommate sent me an e-mail from shit street, resulting in me leasing a one bedroom apartment which will be very depressing, very nice, and very expensive all at the same time
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1) Riding bikes in heels 2) Two euro bottles of wine 3) Watching the sunset at Invalides 4) Watching the sunrise at the Champs du Mars 5) Speaking French 6) Having an excuse to go out to dinner every night 7) Feeling lucky 8) Not knowing what I'll be doing when I wake up 9) Walking everywhere 10) Cheese plates
I keep thinking I've finally outgrown that need for it, that it's like scratching a bug bite and if you stop scratching it, it will stop itching. But it doesn't, it itches and burns and tugs and pulls and is awful.
Okay so I fail at the meme. Sorry. Too many extremely late, extremely drunken nights for me to remember to post pictures. I did get a few on the FB though, finally.
I love Paris. I don't think I could say this enough. Sometimes I want to cry with relief.