Its a rainy evening in Paris and I have decided to stay inside and reflect on the previous 12 days that I’ve been here. The goals I’ve set for myself while in this city for three months are big. One of which is to blog. Regularly. Okay. My excuse for not doing it before now is stress, getting settled, feeling inspired, etc, etc. I have not felt inspired. I have felt the opposite of inspired. I have felt displaced, confused, lonely with the background noise in my head saying, “What are you doing?!?”
So, with that, I’ll get started. Here is a recap of my first 12 days:
I arrived on Nov 1 with two large pieces of luggage and cats in tow. Even though we arrived safe and sound, the stress of the few days leading up to my departure from LAX were still with me. The prep to bring the cats was so much more than I anticipated. And I’m one to do her research. It was involved and expensive. But I did it. And here we were, in our own little pied a terre in Montmartre, Paris’s 18th arrondissement, home of Amelie Poulin and the deux moulin.
My first order of business was to get cat food, litter and a box. These guys were stressed and had been in their carriers for about 14 hours. Granted, these carriers were the size of a studio apartment but I couldn’t imagine being confined for that long. I’m sure they needed to eat and poop. Understood. I shopped for them and myself. I came home, unpacked, got them situated and set up my computer. I’m working while I’m here so having my computer set up was of utmost importance. Done.
That night I went out and kicked it in my neighborhood, had a lovely dinner with wine and listened to an accordion player serenade us and then promptly pass his hat around the tables. Two women sang along with his ditties and flirted a little with the man sitting next to me. Between the two Parisians and single man were two American sisters who spoke French. By the time I left the five of them were sitting in a group conversing and laughing and drinking. If my French were up to par I would have been invited to join, I’m sure. But its not. So I wasn’t. Still, I enjoyed watching this unfold and asked myself if I’d ever seen that happen in LA. I hadn’t, not in such an innocent, easy way, for the pure enjoyment of someone else’s company. It was nice.
I’m not going to list everything I’ve done on every night I’ve been here. I really can’t say I’ve done a lot. I make a point to go out every day, whether its to the store in the afternoon or for some wine and people watching in the evening. The wait staff at all the restaurants I’ve been to have been very friendly and helpful and the people I walk the streets with are generally polite. I’ve noticed that French women ARE chic. Even when they’re wearing sweat pants, they pair them with a leather jacket, their hair is super cute and they have some jaunty scarf to bring it to another level.
I have not reached out to my contacts yet as I just got my French-serviced phone. Why not use my own phone? I left my charger at home. Yeah. I did that. The post offices here sell phones and service plans so I went and the woman could not have been more helpful. She practically did everything for me including calling her own phone so we could figure out the number. I couldn’t have done it without her help. And there was a line out the door. I also think that my camera charger won’t work with the plug adapter I have cause the plastic shutter was activated when I tried to plug it in. I may have to buy an industrial one. I can’t not have a camera. My wifi SUCKS. S.U.C.K.S. I don’t have an oven though I do have a microwave. Even though I’ve never owned or operated a microwave I think I’ll figure it out. My fold out couch/bed, which is very comfortable, won’t go back up to the couch position. That makes my tiny room even tinier. The litter box is in the room with us and suffice it to say, its not pleasant sometimes. Oh, and its rained every day but one. But that’s not really a big deal. No matter how rainy or cold it gets, people still sit outside and eat and drink. They have AWESOME heat lamps. And walking in the rain is kind of cool. So far.
This is my synopsis of my first 12 days in Paris. I hope to meet more people and do the things on my list. I’ve blogged this first post so I feel I’m on my way. Maybe in my next one I’ll actually write out my goals and post them so they’re out there for the world to see and I’ll be a little more inclined to do them.