For the past year I’ve called Paris my home. I’ve made friends, found my favorite markets, and favorite pastries. I know the streets and I can —just— squeak by with the language. I’ve gone to school and I’ve worked. I’ve even found my favorite pizza place.
Home is such a complex idea, because it’s so much more than where we live. I’ve loved coming home to my little apartment in the Marais, and yet, all year I’ve felt a little pang of something missing. Elise and I would talk about this often and I think I’ve finally put my finger on it. That something missing is home! My home in Boston… and everyone and everything that comes with it.
So as I stuff my bags with my Paris belongings, while at the same time stuffing my face with croissants… I feel ready to say goodbye to living in beautiful Paris. There’s no doubt I will miss the smell of bread baking, the impeccably dressed little French children, the old ladies riding bikes, and the men zooming down the street on their scooters while a cigarette dangles from their lips. I think “c’est pas possible” and “voila” will become permanent additions to my vocabulary. Paris will always be close to my heart.
So to celebrate this amazing year, I’ve made a little video. Please sing along with me as I bid adieu to this lovely city…
Au revoir, Paris!