I looked at my closet today. I looked at my closet and realized that this room, this city, the streets I know and the ones still unfamiliar, the old man I passed on my way home tonight who was walking the golden retriever puppy that has grown up so much in the past three months… I realized that all of these things are my life in Paris. From my ridiculous collection of maryjane shoes to the metro corridors I could know with my eyes closed to the laundry I am putting off doing because I would rather spend the 5 euro on a café crème… These things are my life in Paris. A growing collection of maps from around the world and a cherished collection of letters from home. These things are my life in Paris. Bottles of wine finished over homemade dinners, countless hours planning weekend adventures, the Moroccans, the Mexicans, the Algerians, the Germans, the French, and Spaniards. These things are my life in Paris. The thoughts I’ve thought to myself, the ideas I’ve formulated with others, the plans I’ve dreamed up for my own life, These things are my life in Paris. And to think, all I had to do was look in my closet…
What is this life in Paris? Stories, growth, laughs, problems solved, decisions made; a smaller part of a larger education. Add up the days: ten and a half months. But, this year is significant. It is going to determine my priorities. It has made me passionate about certain things – things I intend to remain passionate about. It has taught me the fine art of listening; although this is an art I still need to perfect. It has taught me how to better express myself when words don’t go far enough. It is going to influence the way I raise my children and the role I play in my own family – present and future. This year in Paris is a fraction of my life; but I cannot find words to express the significance of this fraction. I imagine I won’t know its influence until much, much farther down the road.
That’s all really.
Some people just have epiphanies while looking in their closets.
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Je pense que le week end en suisse ne t'as fait que du bien, j'ai bien aimé ce texte, c assez psychédélique pour moi :) les voyages font grandir l'âme de l'être humain, ça nous apprend comment les autres vivent et pensent. Je suis content que t'as pu apprendre tout ça dans peu de temps et que ces voyages n'était pas que fêtes et amusement pour toi, que c'était une réflexion sur la vie du présent et future !!!
ça me rappelle cette chanson Dylaniene lors de mes dernières soirées chez moi :
"I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.
Peace & love :)
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