Paris

I've recently decided that after college I want to move to Paris. Which might be considered a little odd,  considering I've only been there once and don't speak French. However, I just realized I'm not a huge fan of our country. Especially Minnesota. There's nothing here that interests me anymore. And Paris, well, such a different story!

I went to Paris this past summer, during a tour of Europe I was on. We were only there for about four days, and I wish we could have stayed longer. The Louvre, which we spent several hours at, was gorgeous but surprisingly not one of my favorite things. The Eiffel tower, also, was gorgeous. The view from the top was spectacular, well worth all the steps we walked up to see it. My favorite thing about Paris, though, was the atmosphere.

I've always lived in suburbs, and as a little kid wanted to move to a ranch in the middle of Montana. Now, though, I can no more see myself living in the middle of the outdoors than I can see myself enjoying a hamburger. (As a vegetarian, thats a fair comparison). I want to live in the city. Paris in particular, at least during the summer days we were there, was gorgeous. The architecture was beautiful, and there were people everywhere, walking, chattering in French, riding their bikes to work or simply sitting on benches outside enjoying the day. I love the idea of being able to take a bike to work, of being able to walk where I want to go in the streets of Paris.

Now, its not just Paris that interests me. I also loved London, and since my family lives there moving there would be so much easier. In London though, if no one noticed, they speak English. The reason I perfered Paris was that the language was so different, so much prettier. Silly and material, but true. I like the adventure of moving somewhere with a limited knowledge of the language and culture and trying to make my way. I sound as though I'm quoting "Eat, Pray, Love", and maybe I am. Even though I found the movie just a little corny, the actual idea of what that character did excited me. I want to try it someday.

Exerpts.

So for my open blog assignment I couldn't decide what to write about! So I decided to take an exerpt out of the peice I've been writing in my spare time. I was just working on it today, and it seemed like a pretty decent idea. So, heres just a small segment from what I've been writing for Novel Club with Mrs. Decker:

Now, half an hour later, Zahira was in the same position on her bed she had flopped down in when she had come in. She had so many questions rolling around in her head, but none of them mattered to her at that moment. He had accepted her, the way she was. And she suddenly had more than just a friend in Robbie. She didn’t know what he was to her, but she knew she was happy about it. She finally drifted off to sleep feeling blissful, as if everything would be perfect, with a smile on her face.
The next day she woke up even happier than ever. She sighed and curled her toes up in her blankets, just reveling in the moment. Zahira never wanted to move, she was blissfully aware that if she did she’d have to go about doing things like showering, studying, and finish up her homework. However, she was pulled out of this mood by a musical-sounding knock on her door. She jumped up in bed and glanced at the clock. It read eleven thirty, she had slept late. Zahira got out of bed and looked down at her appearance. Silk camisole and green short shorts. She shrugged, not caring, and opened the door to Robbie’s face looking in on her.


So, yeah, I cut if off there to avoid tons of dialogue on my blog. Its still a work in progress and thats just a tiny exerpt from chapter seven. Hope its not terrible :)