Bring On the French Music!

Paris, France. April 2017.

Hello, everyone. It's me again. I feel as if I've lived several lives in the past few days. It's surreal. This is my dream life, presently, and my past life was real. Does that make sense? Reality doesn't quite match up to the dream.

I was in Paris, France for four days. I repeat: I. Was. In. Paris. France. I still can't believe it, but it makes sense. It feels right. Or rather, it felt right. I'm listening to French music as I write this, not just classic French music, but new indie music - music that just provides my heart with an amazing feel of fullness. Does that make sense? Well, let's pretend it does.

I'm listening to François Hardy and I'm just reminiscing everything; a play-by-play of what I did while I was there. I did touristy things, but not really. I didn't walk underneath the Eiffel Tour or stand beneath the Arc de Triomphe, or journey through Notre Dame. I saw these monuments, these pieces of history I had the privilege to see with my own two eyes, and for me that was almost enough. Yes, I do wish I went inside of these things, but I had four days to experience Paris and I wanted to experience its humanity.

Paris, France. April 2017.

The architecture was overwhelming to take in, but I had to. The people were amazing. They had so many stories about them, and my only shame about that is that I couldn't speak their language fluently. My two years of high school French wasn't exactly what I needed to help me in those moments, but my admiration for the language and the culture opened my eyes.

Not only were my eyes open to taking photos that I have been dreaming of taking, or being in the presence of such a beautiful place to take them, I was thinking that I need to be more open as an artist. Experience life more and transmit those feelings into my work. I feel romance in Paris. I feel inspired, and so in-sync with my true self. I am a quiet person, my heart is filled with happiness when I'm with good company. I want to experience things, but at my own pace. And I feel like I was able to do this in Paris. Time went by so quickly, but also slowly. The day was long, but so much happened in it that I still can't believe it's true.

Paris, France. April 2017.

I want to go back, but I know it will take time. I feel even more strongly, now, that I am meant to explore and travel. Just because I might not necessarily do it at the same pace as others, doesn't mean I should exempt myself from it. I'm an artist, I deserve to treat myself to everything available to me.

I can't wait to share more of my tales with you all about my time in Paris. Maybe you'll read them, maybe you won't. But I'm excited for this new chapter (and the wave of photos I get to edit and show). Cheers.