Pont des Arts

A video can capture exactly what you are feeling and make you long for something you once had or never had at all.

This video does just that and not to mention beautifully demonstrates the ambiance of the Pont des Arts. It was somewhere I went often and would stay for hours talking or be happily silent

taking in the view of the Eiffel Tower and the Institut de France.

There are few places where I can say that I'm perfectly content and this is definitely one of them.

Autumn

It was so brisk yesterday and suddenly I realized autumn has finally caught up with us in Canada. At least in my town. The first thing I think of is how I literally have no fall clothes. I've been hanging on to my black and white striped H&M tee like it's the god of my idolatry and I can't quite get out of my black ballerina flats. Maybe it's because it was a staple in my wardrobe in Paris and maybe it's because I'm so effing broke from my Euro trip this summer that I can't even afford a scarf from Value Village. I desperately hope that I'll be getting paid soon butin the meantime I've got to figure out just what the hell I'll need to buy to survive the awkward time after Halloween and before the holiday season parties start.

I wish it was summer in Paris again and I wish I was on the Pont des arts with friends, laughing and praying that the night would never end. I sound like a sappy m.f. but damn I love Paris. It was nothing like I thought it would be and everything I could have hoped for. It was stunningly beautiful and yet it could be ugly (nothing ruins your mood like realizing that the reason the metro stinks so bad is because someone probably peed in the seat your sitting in) but even that brief moment in time is plucked from your mind as soon as you walk in front of Saint-Sulpice and realize your eyes have never been delighted with such overwhelming beauty since ... ever.

I could talk about it forever but to put it into mere mortal words is to murder it in a way...your eyes can't speak and your mouth can't see for a reason. So I tell you all to go and see for yourself and love it for yourself.

I'm happy to be home, honestly. I need to prepare for the next phase in life which is unknown to me now but I know I'm on the verge of something wonderful or disastrous. That is to say I'm more comfortable in accepting that what tomorrow brings is something I'll never be privy to. I can only live it as it comes.

In case you were wondering, I'm currently working on a children's book about fairies and desperately searching for a word besides "fairy" to use. Maybe I should invent a word. If JKR can use "muggle" and make it synonymous with human being I'm sure I can do the same thing for fairies with "grimroder"....it'll catch on one day, right? And yes, I did just make that up right now but mark my words it will become apart of the lexicon before I'm dead! (I'm also open to suggestions).

All this talk of I, I, I...I'm getting sick of me. That's all I can say for now and it's time I delve into some blogs I've been missing out on for far too long. Au revoir.

Let Me Update You

Life has been grand, folks. Honestly. I have nothing to complain about and it's not often I get to say that in life.

Both my jobs are going just fine and it turns out I won't have to quit my job at a certain shoe company that I'm not sure I'm allowed to name even though I'm going to Paris for a month.

I have been desperately looking for a place to stay in Paris and being thousands of miles away certainly isn't making the situation any easier, I'm sure. I'm only going to be there a month so I might have to pay ridiculously offensive prices. I'm still searching though.

Just wanted to make this quick update and I hope everyone is well.

Delirious

I will be embarking on a trip to Paris this summer and I seriously can't believe it's actually happening. I've always been meaning to go but I always find reasons to not do things (I'm too fat, I'm too young, I'm too poor) or when I finally did make the plans with friends to go, they always fell through.

I decided that I'd go alone and take a course for the month of July at the Sorbonne. It's only a month so I won't be needing a visa and it's long enough that I'm sure I'll get to see a lot of the city (and hopefully some weekends to other European cities) and most of all it'll be a much needed break from the hectic thing known as my life.

Now I've just got to figure out what I'll be wearing.