I seem to specialize in three things, namely, being a traveler, being a degenerate gambler on my spare time with Bitcoin, and ruthlessly racking up charges on my American Express platinum card. Currently, I start my day by waking up to a hot glass of lemon water, putting on my mumu, and going straight to my Coinbase on my phone to see the latest news. When it’s a good day, I get very excited. I even feel inspired to work out. When it’s a bad day, I want to slit my wrists, and hide under the covers. The volatility is killing me.
Okay, this isn’t entirely true. But I do specialize in traveling, and I have made some bets with crypto-currency (which are panning out in my favor thank FN God), and I do like to charge things on my Amex (you’ve seen my wardrobe), but really, life is pretty swell at the moment. I’ve been placing myself back into nature lately to stimulate my senses and to nourish my body and this surf trip has been great, because we’ve been outside in the water almost every moment of every day.
Emily and I decided that our trip was going to be called, “Bonjour Tristesse”. Tristesse is a French word meaning sadness. We found that this was a fitting title since we have a number of things in common, but the main thing being that we both have a love affair with the french. Emily and I have both lived in Paris, but the even crazier part is that we lived there at the exact same time, but we didn’t know one another. We met for the first time in the fall of 2015 in her Venice Beach backyard at a birthday party that she hosted for our dear friend Alicia.
In a different life we would have been roaming the streets of the 6th arrondissement together in the afternoons, stopping into Cafe de Flore for a café allongé et croissant, and grabbing a late bite at Semilla. She would have been my American girlfriend that would have helped me adjust to my time in Paris better and we would have thrown dinner parties and took weekend mini-trips out to the country with our partners.
While it seems like we can go back and forth about all the things that could have happened, the truth is, we met when we did and when we were supposed to meet. We go back and forth about what life would be like if we both were to live there now and what buying a place there might look like for our future. Is that the life that we really want or a romanticized version of the life that we both used to have?