It’s Paris time….almost

As I take a quick walk around my Parisian neighborhood, I pass the boulangerie. I can almost taste the pastries, the perfected baked goods, the positively picturesque breads. But I can’t go in.

Yet again google maps has not given me what I’d been promised. Street view! Yes. Real-time view! No. I still have to wait a few more weeks until I can truly walk into the bakery after I step off the metro.

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The closest “paris related” photo I have in my current picture library. Not sorry.

My plane ticket mocks me. Pictures my friends post from abroad mock me. The posters on my room even mock me, and I thought they were on my side.

It hasn’t hit me yet that soon I will physically be in Paris again. The feeling of excitement and apprehension bubbles up from time to time, but it doesn’t seem real -not yet anyway. Soon I can see my friends again and even those from back home who are studying in various countries, and I can’t seem to wrap my mind around this. It’s almost a fairy tale. Bibbity-bobbity boo and I’ll be on my way to France. What!?

It’s also the second time I’ll celebrate a birthday in Paris, which reminds me of two things. I have visited Paris before (unimaginable!) and I’m getting old. Obviously I am not really getting old in the sense where my body is falling apart and I can’t remember where I put my keys (I do that without the help of old age, but that is another story). I am getting old in the sense that this is my twenty first birthday and I have been alive enough to be able to have this experience. I have actually lived about a fifth of the allotted time we are biologically given on this Earth. What!?

I’m getting a bit ahead of myself and for no real reason. Basically I am just super excited and I can’t process it without typing it inarticulately with streams of letters. So forgive me. I’ll be posting a link to my travel blog once it gets closer to the date, so keep in touch! So soon! I’m looking at the plane ticket again! Oops!!!!!!!

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Araz

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Quotation Sunday

“Time is a wonderful teacher; unfortunately, it kills all its pupils.”

Hector Berlioz

How wonderful! But I’m really not kidding. I saw this and for a few seconds I couldn’t think of anything except that I wanted to share this with friends (not that any friends follow me on WordPress, but hellooooo internet people). The bitter truth in this quotation isn’t hidden by the humor. Instead, that absurd bluntness gives it the real slice of life-pie that it is. Such a cool sentiment, even if it is a bit morbid.