One of the things that I’ve noticed on my walks and metro rides through Paris is that there are a lot of very sad people in this city. They cry right out in the open, both men and women. I often find myself wondering, have they just suffered a heartbreak? Did they lose their job? Or worse, did someone they love die?
Then, on Wednesday, as I was heading home from my internship, with tears in my eyes- it hit me! They must be new stagiaires in a French kitchen!
All jokes aside, I found myself in their shoes last week. I was unhappy, my gut was telling me I needed a change. And on Friday, as I was still feeling sad, I walked out the door and this graffiti reminded me of why I’m here.
I chose to come to Paris to explore another side of my personality. To play with my adventurous side, to meet new people, and to try baking… for fun!
So I followed my gut and gave my notice at the Plaza. If I were my 21-year old self I would have stuck it out. But that’s the beauty of living as my 35-year old self. I know when something isn’t right. And I know I have the freedom to change it.
So I called on some members of my support group…
Gui, Brittany and Renye
… to drink wine, eat macarons, and laugh together.
Like young Cosette dreams of a “Castle on a Cloud” I dream of a new internship that’s a good fit for me. But the best part is knowing that I’m not “On My Own.”