A friend of the show (I love that phrase, despite the fact that it’s not appropriate to this situation) prompted a question about where you’d rather be. And really, Paige put it much more eloquently than I, but if you suffer from tl;dr (and if you do, why are you here?), what it boils down to is that Paige was feeling nostalgic about her time in Perugia and she wondered what people were missing, etc.

Last night, at Vintage 21, the pastor mentioned something similar and talked about how sometimes you’re in exile. In Jeremiah, the Israelites assumed they’d be in exile for just a few months, but it was supposed to be for two generations. The point was that, even though you may feel like you need to be somewhere else and that where you are is only temporary, but in reality you need to prepare for the long haul. You need to love the place you’re in… Or at least anticipate a long stay.

That’s kind of hard for me to swallow. Especially with the memory of LA (a fantastic city for marketing and cinema) fresh in my mind and the dreams of Paris still lingering. The city has taken an incredible hold of me and I doubt I’ll ever forget a moment of the 3 months I spent there.

For the longest time I thought I was crazy for missing Paris as much as I did/do. Sometimes I’d get bummed out looking at my old pictures because I missed not being in that city. It held so much rhythm, life, culture, movement, art, vitality, fun, adventure and promise. Even at my most homesick (hello, Christmas) I felt like I never wanted to leave. I walked everywhere and enjoyed all the sights, sounds, smells… Despite the cliche, the people were lovely. A few well placed “s’il vous plait”s and “bonjour”s and most of the folks were more than willing to chat with you and talk about they’re passion for their shop or the family or their music. It was such an amazing town.

Anyway, I loved the place and before I loved the city and the country, I loved the language. “Tu me manques” means I miss you, but it literally translates to “You are missing from me.” It’s so much more… romantic to think of it like that. If you miss someone, you acknowledge that they’re not there, but it doesn’t carry the same weight. When someone is missing from your life you feel the impact acutely. The lack of that person’s presence hangs heavy in your atmosphere. And in this case, that person is the city of lights.

Pic spam before I get all misty.

Sacre Coeur & Kitty

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les jardins

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le tour

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l'arc

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Subway Bunnies

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J’espère…

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