We made it here alive! The plane ride got quite less bumpy after I stopped writing, and I drifted in and out of sleep, as did Patricia and Francesca. I’m now sitting at a desk in what is probably going to be mine and Patricia’s bedroom with the balcony doors open. It’s absolutely gorgeous in this neighborhood MJ lives in. I love it. This apartment is adorable, as well. I could just stay here forever. Already I’m starting to feel the need to write more and more, although I don’t have any story ideas yet. But never fear, we’ve only been here for about two hours. I’m sure something will come to me.
I just can’t get over how gorgeous it is here. It’s warm, and the people all speak French, which of course sounds lovely, and the shops are adorable, and the apartment buildings are all old and gorgeous. Especially the one right across from us. I don’t understand how anyone ever gets anything done here, there is just too much beauty to stop and stare at. Even the noises that would bother me at home don’t here. I think this is really just what I needed. Though I could have done without the people in the airport (I think they were Indian, though I’m not sure) making comments about me in a language I didn’t understand and then laughing. That was definitely not appreciated. But I’ll learn to get over it. I’m in Paris, I’m alive, and I’m (relatively) healthy. There is a lot to be thankful for. Including the just absolute beauty of Paris. I think we’re going to try and go to Shakespeare & Company today, and Patricia wants to walk, but I don’t think I have that in me. It’s over three miles, and I just don’t think I could do it. I think either the bus or the Metro is the way to go. I’ll try and convince her.
There’s a bookshelf built into the wall next to the bed here, and one of the books is that book Prep that I really didn’t enjoy all that much at all. It was far too long, and the narrator was a bit like Holden Caulfield in that she was just whiny and never happy with anything.
God, I just can’t get over the fact that I am finally – FINALLY – in Paris. It’s been four years in the coming, and now it’s finally here. The only problem is is that now that it’s finally here, it’s going to be over sooner than anyone would like it to be. I’m people-watching out the balcony door, and there are actually quite a few cute Parisian boys that have walked by. Not that they would ever give me the time of day, and even if they could, I doubt I would be able to understand it. But still, it’s nice to look. I’m going to try and grab some pictures of the graffiti to show Eli, because even what little I’ve seen is just amazing. Vibrant, and larger than life, and just… Gorgeous. I’m definitely using that word far too much, but I can’t come up with anything else to describe it.
We just ate breakfast, and I had a plain crème and good lord, it was delicious. Coupled that with a cup of tea, and it was just… I don’t even know how to describe it. Way better than the plane breakfast of a banana, orange juice, coffee, and a blueberry muffin. (Patricia and Francesca both hated the muffin, but I actually didn’t think it was that bad. Maybe it’s just my uneducated taste buds. If so, I’m sure I won’t be able to stand it by the end of this trip.
This desk is like the perfect little working station. I think I’m going to claim it as my own and set it up as such. Put my books here, anything else I may want, etc. I’ll set up my pills on the fireplace’s mantle. I really can’t get over how cute this little room is. The bed isn’t very big, but I think Patricia and I will be okay. Or Francesca and I, or Francesca and Patricia. Whoever ends up sleeping in here will be fine. (It will probably be Patricia and I, because I doubt Francesca feels comfortable enough with me to share a bed with me, and I don’t think they’re going to let the youngest one sleep by herself. Which is actually fine with me, as long as whoever ends up sleeping with me doesn’t mind some clacking into the night.
Okay, it’s probably time to go rejoin civilization before they make major plans for the day without me. That could be très tragic!
P.S. Pictures to come! :) :)
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