After a long flight, I have finally made it to Paris. It’s my fourth night here and the jet lag has me waking up pretty early – here I am typing this at 430AM.
It was like I went through a simulation and the whole plane ride wasn’t real, but it was. I am here. I am here in this wonderful city that has nothing but opportunity to learn about culture, language, and myself. For those who know me well, you know that I hold those very close to my heart because I find so much value in them. This experience will be cherished no matter what the outcome is.
Tara’s roommate brought three French women she met at her religious gathering last night and they were amazing. We had three bottles of wine with all the time in the world to spare. I’m so impressed by everyone’s ability to speak English here and hold conversations through out a spectrum of topics. I am definitely not at that level of French, but seeing this in other people makes me want to be better. However, I have better comprehension than I thought I did. I’ll be spending a lot of my time working on my level of fluency while I can. To my surprise, many people speak French to me right away so now I have this idea in my head that if I look the role then I have to be able to play it better.
I’m categorized as un bobo, which is like a bougie-hipster kind of vibe. I like it. I think it fits me completely. Apparently the French also agree. I’m hoping it’s a complement in the city, even if it’s not, I’m going to choose to believe that is it.
Le mot bobo vient de la contraction de 2 mots – bourgeois et bohème
Unexpected things happen when you make big decisions, especially ones that concern with picking up and leaving. I came to Paris with the intention of finding a job and starting over. This is my first time in Europe, I came on my own, and I want to experience more of it before I lock down on a job so quickly in the only city I have known in Europe. I’ll be applying for jobs in multiple countries while I travel through Europe. That’s my plan as of now.
On the other hand, I feel inspired to keep going. I would love to continue on this journey of self in India where I can explore my yoga practice. It’s been a year since I’ve started and I want to take it to another level. I heard that India has so much to offer students who come learn about their practice – it’s something that I’ve thought about. It would be amazing to be certified in a beautiful and spiritual place then give back to students who want to learn more about it. There really isn’t anything better than that.
I’m thinking that I may be on a different journey than I initially thought.