I quit my job at the end of July. I moved to Paris ten days ago. I’m pursuing a masters degree centred around the business of fashion. I feel like I’m in an uneasy truce, both with myself and with this city. So far, I like Paris a lot. I wonder if it will like me back.
Back in the Before Times, a great source of enjoyment was travelling to a new city and exploring its streets in pursuit of the delicious. But the thing that I’ve maintained, as a salve to my own restlessness, is that vacationing is a state of mind, baby! Life is a vacation if you avoid all responsibilities and spend money frivolously and don’t worry about other people’s well-being!
I’m always tired. Being a leech on society is hard work. But after those first few sips of coffee hit the bloodstream, I’m revved up and ready to go. At once, it’s like I’m cruising down Rainbow Road, glittery with star power as the greatest soundtrack of all time propels me forward.
Whenever I mention my love of Taylor Swift people always think I'm not serious. I think what is surprising about my Swiftie fandom is that we are not similar at all. She is very tall. I am about average height. She has blonde hair. My hair is black. She is known for having rocky relationships. I am known for being a relationship expert. We are very different.
When it comes to fashion, the both of us combined probably rotate between four shirts and one pair of pants. Still, I think it's fair to say that we both care about how we look and even though we are sisters we dress quite differently. Some may say that I've been a fashion authority ever since junior high when a popular girl broke into my gym locker and stole two of my sweaters. That's when I knew I had The Gift.
