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365 Days In Paris: An Update From Our American Girl In Paris (Who’s Back In America Now)

Chers amis,

It’s been a while since we last chatted. Last time, I was saying farewell to my 365 Days in Paris blog. Ending the blog was a tough choice especially because so much good stuff was going on in my life—I’d finished up my first year in Paris, was heading onto the next, and had finally met an amazing guy, “Henri.” But I just had a feeling that because things were going well that it was time to live my life offline. I so enjoyed hearing your advice and comments each week, and was pleasantly surprised to hear from Amelia that some of you had actually been asking about me. Moi? I’m touched. So, here’s my update for you.

I’ll start with the end: I’m not in Paris anymore. Keep reading »

365 Days In Paris: In A Nutshell

Attendez! OK, I know my farewell post has gone up, but here’s a little extra bonus. After the jump, a chronological summary of 365 Days in Paris. Bref, what happens when you move to Paris for a year … Keep reading »

365 Days In Paris: Au Revoir

During my 10 months or so in Paris, there came a real low point in mid-January. A few weeks before, I’d been completely ripped apart by my ex from Amsterdam, Alex, who came back into my life for a brief New Year’s romance, only to leave me (inevitably) disappointed that we’d never have a relationship. Some 10 days after our official break-off, I was at a rock concert, when all of a sudden, in the middle of a crowd of Parisian hipsters, I began bawling. Uncontrollably. The kind of childlike crying where snot and tears prune your face, forming a sticky, moist mess on your blouse. I somehow made my way out of the club, feeling my way to the subway like I was in a dream, wailing without volume control. Slumped on a chair in the nearly-deserted République metro stop, I didn’t even try to subdue my outburst, doing only as best I could to hide my face. At one point, a young woman passed me and stopped. “Ça va, mademoiselle?” she asked. I couldn’t even see her through my tears. “Ça va?” she asked again. I somehow nodded, and began crying harder out of embarrassment.

It was this moment that made me question every decision I’ve made in the past year … Keep reading »

365 Days In Paris: All In La Famille

When Henri and I got on the train this morning to go back to Paris after our long weekend at his parents’ house, I genuinely didn’t want to go home. Well, not like I wanted to plant down my roots in the middle of Nowheresville, France, but as the train chugged away from the mountainside, I didn’t feel ready for our mini-break to be over.

In my experience, at the beginning of a relationship, mini-getaways or weekends spent entirely alone can be make or break moments. Forcing two people together for literally every minute of a three or four day period either drives you crazy or brings you both closer together. Honestly, I wasn’t worried that our first vacation would negatively change things between me and Henri. I was more concerned that this time we had set aside for ourselves would end up being more exhausting and stressful with his family factored in. Keep reading »

365 Days In Paris: Meet The Parents

Shortly after Henri and I became an official couple, we quickly moved on to conquering the next romantic level—traveling together. Well, perhaps this is the next logical step in France, which would make sense when you have the canals of Venice, the lavender fields of Provence, or the sexy streets of Barcelona all within an hour’s plane ride away. Who wouldn’t want to take a weekend trip with her lover to one of these places? In the States, I’d say your options are much more limited. It’s not like one day, you’re going to say to your boyfriend, “Honey, I have a great idea! Let’s fly to Ohio for the weekend.” I suppose in the summertime, you might go with your guy to the beach, but somehow for me that doesn’t at all have the same flavor.

It was sometime a few weeks ago when Henri and I were lying in bed and talking about the week to come. We were both stressing out. He hadn’t had a vacation in almost a year, he told me. I also confessed I was feeling a bit burn- out and was in need of some break time. He turned to me and said, “J’ai envie de partir en weekend avec toi.” I want to go away for the weekend with you. (Somehow, it sounds more serious in French.) Keep reading »

365 Days In Paris: Oh L’Amour, L’Amour

Things with Henri are going splendidly. We haven’t been apart since we got together. This has been great, but I’m starting to realize how different my life is now that I’m not single. It’s not a bad different, but there are changes all around, like:

  • My sheets have guy hair in them, and I’m doing laundry much more often.
  • There are two toothbrushes in the bathroom.
  • I’ve been spending more money on eating out or cooking for two, updating my sad underwear collection, taking the metro three times as often, and planning weekend getaways.

It’s a reminder that my last serious relationship was over three years ago. Also, I haven’t even had a roommate for about a year, so I’ve suddenly become aware of a whole single girl side of my life that is easy and comfortable but a bit sad and shameful too. (See: spending Sundays in bed watching bad French television, drinking some wine, tweezing hair in weird places.) Slowly, la vie en couple is coming back to me and I’m re-learning how to live it. I do wonder: are there differences between everyday boyfriend-girlfriend life in France and in the U.S.? Keep reading »

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