Saturday, November 10, 2012


I am going to seek a great perhaps.
-François Rabelais

I miss Paris. I always do. I dream about it. Awake. I have come up with a master plan to move there. I go over it and convince myself that it is flawless, thus functional. Then, reality reminds me that it is not so easy. But I just don't want to give up. Perhaps saying it out loud would help.
I know I will never be as young as I am now. Now being the key there. In this perfect back up plan, I would be, what I want most in life, a writer. I would double up as a bartender just to bring in some extra money. I would take short trips to different places to live a little. I can't write the story of my life without living it.
The crazy part about this whole awake dream is that it has always been there. Well, ever since I went to Paris for the first time. But I caught myself wanting to buy a house a few weeks ago and realized that I am wasting away. I must escape.
I must stop having a plan B because all it has done is distract me from plan A.

I will always have Paris. ♥


1 comment:

  1. I have good memories (went to university there) but living there is very different from vacation trip.


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