It’s bittersweet, to say the least. I feel like I did it all, but in Paris, can you ever really do it all? I ate, prayed, and loved (and don’t even try to call me out on that because I went to Lessons & Carols on the George V last Sunday).
On one hand, a real Parisian told me that I sound just like Brigitte Bardot when I speak French, so basically my life is complete. On the other hand, I still can’t correctly pronounce the French word for eyeball.
Also I’m not sure what it says about me as a person that I’m more upset about leaving Paris on December 21st than the world ending on December 21st. I’ve been re-pinning inspirational quotes all week to subdue my Paris-separation anxiety, but at the end of the day, the punctuation is all wrong, the typeface is shit, and I still don’t feel any better.
I hate to say goodbye, so I’ll just say “au revoir.” I’ll be seeing you, Paris.