do you ever feel that there is just more out there in the world?
ever since i returned from Paris, i've had these weird feelings every once in a while telling me that I need to move. I mean, I've been in NYC for about 6.5 years now and I'm not saying that it's time for me to move this very second, but sometimes I just feel that there is so much more out there than here in the city. New York City is the greatest city in the world, but I know that I will not be here forever. For me, if I were to move anywhere in the next chapter of my life, it would be somewhere in Europe, 100%. There is this feeling that I get whenever I'm in Europe, something I never feel here in America.
I have always dreamed of living in London, it's truly an amazing place, and I have been 9 times...I actually need to go again soon, since it's been almost 4 years since my last trip, and now that I have Benjibu there, I have someone to visit! London has it's charm, it's almost eternal gloomy weather, and more art museums and pubs that I could ever hope for...but will I ever live there? Maybe, who knows. It will always be on my radar for potential places to live.
Amsterdam was a beautiful place (also one I would like to go back to), and apparently one of the top places for ex-pats to live due to it's laid back atmosphere and acceptance of all peoples and ideas. But, knowing me, I would spend all of my Euro's enjoying the many pleasures of the
Greenhouse or the
Bulldog. I'd be broke within a week.
And then there's Paris. I fell in love with the city the moment that I got there. There is so much culture, so much joie de vivre. Anyone who I have traveled with knows that I enjoy nothing more than to get lost in a city on my own without anyone else, with no agenda to keep me tied down to. I was able to do that my first day in Paris when I was waiting for Ben to arrive. I walked around the Montaigne area on Left Bank, and just wandered around, purposefully getting myself lost...and when I found my bearings, I was staring at the Notre Dame. I mean, it was amazing. This feeling came over me, it was magical. Right after I returned from my trip I was reading a great book by David Sedaris called
"When You Are Engulfed in Flames", and throughout much of it he and his partner Hugh live in Paris, and even being away from Paris for a week and reading about it made me miss it that much more.
I have told people that I want to move to Paris, and although it's highly unrealistic at this point in my life, it's not a complete fabrication. Yes, I don't speak a lick of French (clearly Madame Snow did not do a good job of really embedding the language in me in 7th and 8th grade!), but I being immersed in the culture and the city would most likely take care of that over time...I think if I had someone to move there with (Eric? Jill? Tom?), it would really bump up the likelihood of me settling there for a while...Yes, I would miss Lady New York, but to know that I could get those macarons from Laduree any day I wanted? Well book me a ticket, rent me a flat, I'm there!
I'll be *gulp* 30 in December, and although I joke about it, it is something that I am looking forward to. I expect many changes in my life in my 30's, and I am fairly certain that living abroad is one of those...where and when, that I don't know. Life is full of possibilities...who knows what will happen, who knows where you will go...
...wherever it is, I'm sure I'll have my
*wallpaper city guide in my back pocket and my walking shoes on...point me in any direction, here I go...