First Month in Paris

By Seyra Rico - 6:00 PM

Another overdue post: it's been five months since I first came to Paris. Five months already? People are always amazed when they ask me if I have ever been to Europe before, and I say never, then I moved here. The people here, even if we all moved away from their countries said I'm brave. I don't speak the language. I still don't feel brave, I just feel... normal. What I am doing is difficult but manageable. Of course, you have no choice but to pull through--I have risked too much to turn back. It's only two years and time goes by quickly. I can't go back, I am exactly 10 737 kilometers away from home. Away from my family, my friends, and my dog.

As I reflect upon my past job, I was not content and I feel like I will waste away there if I stayed. I would not have it any other way. I have to live outside my comfort zone. That's how I can grow. I was never the one to get comfortable in a situation because comfort can be dangerous. I have the need to constantly challenge myself and do things I've never done before. And moving to Europe is a drastic change, I know. I am starting to get the language, and Français is just lovely. It's the most romantic language, indeed. I can't wait to write poetry in French.

I don't have time to be sad, to miss anything, or feel homesick. My normal state is busy. If a train is delayed for more than 5 minutes, I will read my French book. For a very chill person, this is a shift, but a good one. I love doing nothing but I actually love being busy more. But I also feel like I'm not maximizing my stay in Paris. I am not going out much because I'll just feel guilty in not doing school work, and I really have to finish them. I hope I can find the balance soon, Paris (and Europe) is just too lovely to miss out on.

When I came back from my tri-city tour last 2017, I immediately ordered pizza. I don't even like pizza. True, I can just take a train to Napoleon in Italy, but it is without the company of friends. Because if there is one thing I am proud of, it is that I have chosen my friends well. They are the best people I know. They encourage me endlessly and listen to my nonsensical rants. So now after five months, I can finally say I miss my friends. I have friends I've known since I was nine years old, and no one can replicate that bond--seeing you with a weird 3rd-grade haircut, going through puberty together, watching them break up with long term partners and helping them heal from that... The list goes on. I don't have anyone like that here. I'm also missing Ramen Nagi and cheap toiletries. But, I started to appreciate how incredible Paris is just last December, especially in the evenings. Now, I get why people migrate and never come back.

Anyway, here are some photos from Château de Versailles one perfect fall day.

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