Perhaps the catchy Dr. Seuss inspired jingle of my name and this city. Maris, Paris…Seems like fate. I can’t come home yet. I vowed to not return until I was homesick. Miami, I know you will be there when I am ready. I miss you madly but I have so much more to see.
This time, I hope to live a real life in Paris. One outside of the frantic, American tourist, starved for every bit along the way. It would be nice to learn a bit of French and not be the bitch that forces others to speak her language. I want to practice a life here that may suit me. I don’t plan to leave my US roots behind, I want to seek out and appreciate good service and introduce a daily gym session. I’m excited for the fall and excited at a chance to meld. Even as quickly as my mindset changed, I was asked about directions on the street. Yet another boost of inspiration.
The act of moving along was not the same grueling task that it was just a couple weeks ago. This time it was just as hard but reeked of accomplishment. Funny how when things grow familiar they can change your very fiber.
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My new place is a palace! It’s even bigger than my place at home and oozes character. Gorgeous chandeliers in every room, a balcony complete with seating for fresh air enjoyment, and a huge bathroom!! Ahhh….music to my ears! Did I mention the washer/dryer and dishwasher! 4 pillows on the bed and a down comforter to die for! That’s right ladies and gentleman, I am in a drunken state of comfort euphoria! God bless the day they try and pry me away from this.
Wish me luck. xoxo
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