American Girl in Paris; Part 1.
It's a very daunting experience; packing up your life and moving countries on a whim and one that I highly recommend doing at some point, if you are of synced appetence. Moving into an entirely new culture, one that you don't know well or even understand the native tongue, is as challenging and complex as one might assume, but it's entirely worth the breath of fresh air if you are looking for a change. This is something I have been known to do and all the domino pieces that one would normally be concerned with seem to just fall into place the way they are supposed too, whether that was your intention or not. I kind of like the idea of touring around a country without understanding the language or some pre-determined schedule or plan; the discovery aspect is so much more fun. What sends me bounding for an esoteric adventure is the idea that I can experience something that I haven't previously experienced and feel something that I haven't previously felt. Isn't that what life is about? Taking a leap of faith and jumping into something that makes you feel? Today, I spent the day recovering from jetlag and running around the right bank taking photos, except for my brief encounter with the Tour Eiffel. It was right after rain had hit so the pigment looks some what magical and straight out of a rainbow fairytale.
I always wished I kept a diary. There have been so many forgotten memories that could have easily been rehashed, had I felt obliged to write down my sentiments throughout the years. It's always been interesting to me to see how specific things can represent a specific moment in your life- a song, a scent, a photograph- all of these items act as a remembrance, allowing you to jump back in history and dive right in. Sometimes the smallest things can go unnoticed and those are sometimes the things that gets your heart beating and you palms sweating. My well-chosen audacity is now my digital diary. I'm going to be documenting my life from my personal style to my travel to my adventures. Now, I feel as if I have made all these excuses and explanations as to why I am finally conforming to the digital era of documenting my very avant-garde life, but the truth is, there are some things that just don't need any explanation. For now, I am just an American Girl in Paris and this is part un.
À bientôt !