Okayness
There’s this moment of adulthood where you really take a step back and just observe the workings of the relationships in your life. I’ve done that. A lot, lately. I’m in a new relationship, and it’s amazing. And every time something happens to add to the amazingness, there is…
The Last Day
The last day of vacation is always weird, isn’t it? Like you want to soak in every single moment and picture and feeling and experience and baguette, but you also are daydreaming about sleeping. It’s an odd and relentless feeling. For me, the last day of vacation spells…
Marseille: Day 1
Greetings from the South of France, or as I like to call it, the land flowing with brie and hot men. It’s kind of a new take on the promised land except it didn’t take me 40 years to get there and I have had more food in…
Euville, France
I don’t know what to say about Euville. I have no outline for this blog entry. I have no way to start and no way to end. So I’ll just begin typing and see what happens. Euville, France, is the childhood home of my memere, Therese Lemaire. It’s…
Paris: Day 3
Let me start by saying that I am writing this blog post from a corner brasserie in Paris where I just ordered a very, very french wine (recommended to me by a taxi driver. Random, but he was so right. I should have tipped him more) and a…
Paris: Day 2
First of all, let me start by saying that I am greatly sorry that I haven’t kept up with my blog as promised. Actually, I’m not, mainly because I’m in France and we have had a few jam-packed days that involved me literally falling asleep in the hallway…
Paris: Day 1
Oh. My. God. Today we left London and came to Paris, and I just have to say that I was not AT ALL emotionally prepared for France. We got off the train, into a taxi, and IÂ immediately started crying. I cried for a solid 20 minutes and I’m…
London: Day #3
First of all, I need to apologize for not writing this last night. I packed up my stuff (We are leaving for France today. I know…my life is tough), called some room service, and literally fell asleep with one had on my computer typing this out. Yesterday was…
London: Day 2
Top o’ the morning to you. Wait, no. They don’t say that in England. Today started the same way that every day that I am on vacation starts for me: with me waking up at the buttcrack of dawn. I don’t know. I just do not put any…
London: Day 1
Welp, just when you guys thought that I could not possibly get any more sophisticatedly cool, I up and did it. Right now I am writing to you all the way from across the pond in good old London, England, where I am making myself as available as…