If only I could combine all my interests into one perfect job, then I wouldn’t have to deal with these annoying 21-something decisions.
Posts tagged life.
Someone really made my day today. Means the world when someone takes some time out of their day to let you know what you mean to them. So blessed by him and his friendship. So thankful that God allowed him a place in my life. Yep, good day.
This week has been chaotic and stressful. So many things going on. So many tests. So many projects. So many clumsy moments that lead to more stressful moments. So many confusions with my heart. I’m just glad this week is over. But still, so many blessings
Story of my life. If only I could combine all my brilliant ideas into an actual career.
Things I have to do: blogging for my health blog and studying. Things I want to do: Everything but that, and everything that has to do with Paris. Oh why must I be tied down to obligations and responsibilities?
Today is my half-way mark in Paris. Wow. I can’t believe I’ve been here for 2 months and now only have 53 days left here. Four months seemed like such a long time when I first arrived, but in reality it’s not. It’s gone by so quickly and I feel like I haven’t even begun to touch the tip of the iceberg.
Tonight we sat down to dinner with my host family and shared a wonderful meal and a great conversation about life and culture. I started thinking about the last two months, what I’ve learned, places my hearts been, the people I’ve met and been able to get to know and love, my host family and their kindness, and my amazing roommates. I feel completely and utterly blessed.
The pouring rain on my window pane this morning was pure bliss. Bon Iver was playing as I watched the raindrops hit the window one by one and I felt like a little kid experiencing rain for the first time. I forgot how much I missed it. After marveling for a few minutes, I grabbed my umbrella and headed out to Soluna Café. Old rustic chairs, great espresso, and a feeling of comfort that reminded me of home. I was supposed to do homework, but of course that always fails in Paris.
An older man came up to me while I was reading, wearing a bright orange scarf in true Paris fashion and taught me the word for dimples, which by the way is fossettes. Apparently, I have fossettes because he kept exclaiming this to me every chance he could. “Au revoir, Dimples” he called out to me.
As I left the café the air was crisp, fresh, and cool. It has been said that Paris smells it’s sweetest after the rain and it’s true. The wind rustled the golden leaves laying along the side walk and it finally felt like fall. There was a small garden near the café and so I sat amongst the lavender and just listened to the sounds of autumn. Paris is wonderful.