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.
My days are animated by anxiety and excitement. I’ve eaten a lot of baguettes. I’ve eaten almost as many croissants. I fear the spectre of my past self. I need to keep moving forward to hopefully outrun it.
I am an extremely lucky person to be in this position. And I’m an extremely lucky person to start the first week and a half of my new life with some of the people I love most in this world.
Ben, you are chaotic, idealistic, and exceedingly patient. In other words, my opposite. I have loved our discussions and you often help me rethink and reshape my views.
Jon, you are my best friend through thick and thin — or perhaps, pettiness and not-pettiness. Our synchronicity — which you often jokingly detest — reminds me of what it’s like to see and be seen in return. You are so much a part of me that it’s hard to tell where I end and you begin.
Allison, you often bring up that I once said “we’re not friends — we’re sisters.” But I still stand behind it. There’s an unspoken bond between us that can only be explained with, “it’s a sister thing.” Your unconditional love and support is a reminder that I’m not alone in this world.
Now, onwards…
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