Paris, France, the city of love. In one year time i shall be studying abroad there, for two months, and in a year after that, i shall be living there. Never have i felt so sure about something in my life. Ever since i was eight years old, i remember watching The Parent Trap, and knowing that Europe was the place for me. My mom and i have, for my whole life, always talked and dreamt about the day when i will finally be able to travel. She supports my every decision and keeps me focus and determined in achieving my dream. As the years get closer to when i will finally be free from my ties to the united states, i cat help but think about it every second. I want school to be over, and once it is, im never looking back.
I am well aware that plans change, but if my plans haven't changed thus far, then i can only hope they continue to play out how they are.
i thank google for google maps and google earth. ever since they created it, ive been visiting france, and going through random streets and just imagining myself walking past them. The jitters and butterflys that course through me are so immense that i can at times hardly control myself.
I want to leave this life behind. Abandon everything and start anew. I want to make my own life for myself. My parents did it when they migrated to the united states, when they were but 11 years of age. However my sister claims that they came out of necessity, and i will only do it out of impulse. But its not like that at all. This is a necessity for me. I dont feel complete here. I feel a strong sense of detachment as if i dont belong here. I love european literature, royalty, customs, language, culture. There is so much history in Europe. so much art, and so many places where i can marvel at something. I am content to live a beautiful penniless existence there. I will be content as long as im there.
Lily
