I don’t even know who I am out here…but maybe that’s a good thing

It “only” took 10 weeks for me to get sick of the overgrown-bushy-unkempt eyebrow look I’ve unsuccessfully tried to to turn into a thing here in Paris, out of, mainly, sheer laziness and lack of interest. I took an hour-and-a-half trip (each way) on the rer/metro today to have the extra hair whacked off with threads. I feel weirdly naked. But, when I look in the mirror, I feel more like myself than I have in weeks. Being abroad has left me strangely vacant and more than a little off-kilter, in ways that I can’t fully articulate. (In some ways … Continue reading I don’t even know who I am out here…but maybe that’s a good thing

how my iPhone is saving my life in paris

so, everyone keeps asking me if I speak French. before I left for Paris, the biggest question was, “do you speak French?” the answer is simple and complicated. no, I don’t speak French. yes, I studied French and I know a decent amount of French. the thing is, French is incomprehensible if your accent is off. like, in English, someone can say “what is your name” and even if they have an accent, a deep, deep accent from some place that does not speak English, you will probably know what they’re saying. French is not that way. it’s not as … Continue reading how my iPhone is saving my life in paris