One Parisian Month Down...
It's amazing how quickly we fall into routines, how the once-glamorous and nail-splitting nerves eventually fade to normal.
Though I suppose that's the crux of all life - we hold onto the everyday, the same jobs, relationships, patterns because we believe that's what life is made up of. And the scary, the disrupt-your-life-and-do-something-different scary seems so impossible - the chest restricting, I can't breathe kind of crazy.
Then you do the crazy-stupid-thing and that becomes your new normal. As Dory says, "just keep swimming..."
So here I am, across the Atlantic and just like that, Paris somehow feels like home.
With that, I have so much to say and so much I'm feeling! I'm still organising my thoughts around what this blog should accomplish - should I provide you with Paris / European travel tips? Should I give you a glimpse into my life, the heart of my journey, the vulnerability? Do you want to know the best skin care products I've found? Or what it's like eating a pescatarian diet in Paris? Do you want to hear about how moving over here pushes me to find my real passion of helping others? Or should I just overload you with pictures?
While you tell me what you'd to hear (please, really do tell me), here are some pictures of the first month.