I’m hoping it becomes an Eat, Pray, Love kind of best-seller, and Julia Roberts will play me in the movie adaptation. I traded in a Frenchman for a baseball player, and years later, I swear it’s because of the ways I got to know what I really wanted during my alone time in Paris. Near the end of my time in Paris, his persistence finally wore me down, and I decided to respond.Ī Facebook conversation turned into phone calls for hours, and phone calls turned into mailing gifts, and before I knew it, I was head over heels before I even crossed the Atlantic to come back home. And then a funny thing happened: Despite my swearing-off relationships, a cute baseball player from back home had been reaching out to me.
I started to know myself in a way I never had before. I traveled every weekend, sometimes on my own. I spent every evening exploring the city by myself, sitting in cafes and people-watching with a glass of wine and a croque monsieur. Instead, I spent every day in French classes and working at ELLE magazine, an internship I had longed for all my life. Before going to Paris, I pictured I would start up a love affair with a Frenchman who would say romantic things to me in adorable broken English while baking soufflé au chocolat (a girl can dream, right?). Spoiler alert: that is not what happened (though that sounds like a killer rom-com premise). It was the first time in my life I really, truly discovered who I was, in the most Carrie-Bradshaw-cliché way possible. Five months spent in Paris ended up changing the entire trajectory of my life for more reasons than one (quick personal apology to my coworkers who have to listen to me say “ this one time when I studied abroad in ~Paris~” about three times a day).
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