It is true that some of these blog entries have had a somewhat melancholy tone to them, and I think that is because I just really didn't want to brag, when all I wanted to say was wonderful, amazing, fantastic, incredible better than all of my wildest dreams. This is not to say that I haven't been letting you in to my inter-most thoughts, because in reality that first month of being here was very rough, even though every day I walked around with a gigantic smile on my face (not very French indeed) and everyone could tell that I was not from here before I even spoke my very American accented French, and the men could tell that I was fresh meat and that they would love to teach me the ways of the French. Aside from all of that, it occurs to me that perhaps I'm not a very good blogger, it is not that I don't like writing about myself in the most narcissistic of ways, the truth being that I love it, I have filled four journals and counting while I have been here, but really the fact of the matter is that I got a little distracted this last month here in Paris. But it is never to say that I haven't been thinking of this little blog of mine, whether or not anyone in the world is reading this. I certainly hope so, though I don't know and the life that I lead feels very far away, though by every day every minute it becomes closer and closer again, but in a very refreshing way. I am incredibly sad to be leaving this life here in Paris, not just because it is the happiest I have ever been in my life and that seems to be saying a lot, but that it is the realization that it is so easy to change once you do it, the key is to do it. I will never be the same after my time here, this is fantastic, I love it, that was entirely the point, and I hope that everyone in their own life will always have the opportunity to make their dreams a reality and all I can do is encourage everyone I know to do as much as they can to keep changing, to keep breaking their own rules, to keep discovering themselves. I feel that I sound like some over-dramatic self help book, but I really don't give a shit. It's the fucking truth, damn straight.
xox,
A
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this sounds like a "déclaration d'amour" for Paris, the town and its life, perhaps not for the people - the Parisians are not especially lovely in fact, but they can be when they want to be!!! thanks for your blog Augustine, and enjoy, too, the "retour aux sources" in your country! see you soon in Paris again, I personally am in love with this town, definitively...
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