Now as a resident of the city of lights she shares her perspective and her Passion for Paris!
I am not sure exactly when the idea of living in Paris first came to me, but somehow early on I was convinced it was to be my reality. And as anyone who wishes to move abroad can guess, I was faced with many obstacles along the way. And yet these obstacles only made me more certain that Paris was where I was meant to be.
The intrigue for France began when I was quite young. I can still see the eager little girl girl, her freckled face adorned with glasses and braces, spending afternoons at a friend’s house talking about the Eiffel Tower and traveling throughout Europe. By college I was reading books about cheese and hosting wine
parties soirées. I enjoyed reading Molière and my interest in French film grew far beyond Amélie with her fabulous destiny in Montmartre. My own destiny awaited me and it seemed only natural I begin paving the path to my life in Paris.
I remember the sentiments that accompanied my first move to Paris in 2007. My heart soared at the very mention of the Eiffel Tower and every weekend I was out visiting a different museum or checking out a restaurant in a different quartier. I remember how romantic it all seemed when I dropped my fresh oranges from the market on Rue Daguerre. They scattered across the cobbled pedestrian street, one finally stopping at the polished pointy shoes of a tall, slender Frenchman who bent to pick it up handing it back to me with a smirk. It was a scene from the movies!
I loved walking the oldest streets of Paris, imaging what little I could of the lives that had been a part of the street over the last thousand years which was now becoming a part of my life. Even after I first left to finish my degrees in the states, I liked to think a piece of me would always be wandering the Marais, camera in hand, early on a Sunday morning.
Back in the US, I began to miss other characteristics of Paris. For instance, I missed the advertisements in the metro for the latest expositions at many of Paris’ museums. I loved that the city was dedicated to keeping people informed about what was going on in the art community. And while I grew to loath the long black underground tunnels of the metro, its convenience was the first thing I missed back in the suburbs of Philadelphia. It didn’t take long before I was back on the hunt, searching for any possible opportunity to return to France.
That opportunity didn’t come until 2010 when I found a temporary job outside my field in Provence. How I loved being back in Europe and exploring another region of France! But even on my best days, I couldn’t ignore the call to return to Paris and I missed working with art. Everything started coming back together when I was accepted to a master’s program at a small French university in Paris that specializes in art-related studies.
It’s been over a year since my return. I have since retraced my steps from my first year in the City of Lights and recreated new paths throughout the city as I’ve made it my home a second time. It has taken so much hard work and dedication but it pays off. I realized recently that in only one more year I’ll have reached my early goal of spending 1/2 of my twenties in France. Will I surpass it? Well, we’ll just have to see!