Paris. Oh Pah-ree!
Where to start? What to say? I am head over heels in love with this city and am so pleased I decided to visit France. It’s actually been one of the easier cities to go about my days in solo; so much to do, so much to see. As I write this, my feet hurt from all the walking, but im determined to do as much as possible.
And my hostel has been top-notch in the meeting-people department, which has been really good and distracting for my soul. As I’ve said before, travelling gets lonely by yourself, and then given my recent goodbye-forever Australia move, I am certainly quite fragile and emotional these days and feeling a little lost as I make my way back home.
I had a huge desire yesterday to be “home”, but the awful, oh so, so awful, thing was I didn’t know where home was. I didn’t really know where I wanted to be, I just knew I wanted to be with people I love, and who love me - but I felt so lost not knowing where that was. Part of me constantly feels stupid that I’m now 28 and have no home-base set up; in Australia, or Canada. I constantly feel a little lonely and find myself envying people’s stable lives on Facebook, when I am walking the streets of Paris. Insane, isn’t it?
But like I said, I’ve met so many great people in Paris and my mind has been distracted in an awesome way. I skyped Matt yesterday which was, well, I don’t even know. I constantly see couples in Paris (obviously) and keep thinking that this little European adventure I’m on is probably my last solo trip. It’s been good & amazing doing so much alone, but I’m definitely now at the stage where I want someone to share this all with (right now I feel like I’m dating my blog - sharing my photos and thoughts with you. It helps.)
Anywho, I am at a cafe right now, sipping a coffee and typing away on my iPhone as I rest my feet before I venture out again. Can’t say I know the point of this post, just wanted someone to chat to.