In less than 24 hours, I’ll be already a few hours into my flight.
In less than 24 hours, I’ll be on my way to truly calling Paris home.
And yet it still continues to feel surreal. Let’s recap how we got here:
2010 – Ian (boyfriend at the time, best friend of the present) convinced me to go to Paris after I complained about how I had no interest in seeing that city, didn’t care for the French, and never considered it as a travel option. Stepped into the city and immediately fell in love.
2011 – Returned to the city because I loved it so much. And here is where the French obsession really skyrocketed.
2012-2015 – Obsessively collected all items that were Paris themed, all books about Paris, all memoirs of people who did the move to Paris from another country, got a Paris tattoo, lamented about Paris not being my every day reality, wrote poems about Paris, cried over Paris, used Paris in my EMDR therapy sessions to cure me of my PTSD…
2016 – Returned to Paris after facing my sexual assailant in court. It was an amazing trip. Cried the day I had to come home.
2017 – Told anyone who would listen about my dreams of moving to Paris.
Beginning of 2018 – Had a dream about living in Paris that felt more real than ever before, just a week before my 30th birthday. Applied to jobs, immediately got an interview, was accepted, this was it…
March 2018 – Went to Paris for the first time on my own, loved the feeling of it, loved knowing I’d be coming back to it and calling it home.
May 2018 – I found my very first Parisian apartment in the 3rd Arrondissement!
Summer 2018 – And I’m off —
Paris is on my horizon.
Get ready for a lot of photos, people!