
2. This just serves as further evidence to me that Paris and I are geographical lovers and belong together.
If all goes as planned, I will be going there on a study abroad trip next Spring with my school. I'm utterly enthralled at the thought of it, obviously. But I am also fearful that once I'm there, I will never ever leave again and forever stay shrouded in my wondrous Parisian bubble...like that would be a bad thing.
I miss Paris so much it physically hurts my heart. When I stepped off the train and smelt the air, I quite frankly felt like I was home.
ReplyDeleteI belonged there and I actually cried as I left after a meager two days. I will return and for now, I cherish those forty-two hours every day.