emeroo abroad: chapter four

You know that feeling, when you’ve first developed a crush on someone. Maybe you’ve never even spoke to them, just met in passing, or glanced at them from across a room, but you get that horribly wonderful, gut lurching feeling when they pop into your mind. That’s how I feel about Pairs. That’s probably not where you thought I was going, and you’re probably confused to why you’re looking at pictures of me in a place that is very clearly not Paris. I’ll explain.

Though I snapped my fair share of Instagram photos while strolling the champs elysees and lounging along the Siene, the moments spent in Paris felt too precious for me to try and squeeze in a blog post photo shoot. I didn’t just try and live in the moment, I like to think I achieved it somewhat, though I might have forced myself into a few too many moments of self reflection. When you’re actively doing something you’ve dreamed your whole life of doing, like buying a bouquet of tulips from the marche aux fluers, it’s tricky to find the balance between appeasing the voice in your head telling you to soak it all in, and in my case, enjoying the surprisingly relaxed, normal emotions that washed over me.

I could go on forever about Paris, but there’s so much more to catch you up on! School is officially done and the relief from handing in my last assignment has been gloriously followed by a strange bout of British sunshine. This Easter weekend has been a dream spent laying in the grass with friends, and finally getting some wear out of the copious amounts of dresses I packed back in January. I apologize for my lack of words at the moment. I’m going to blame it on my state of intense relaxation and the effort I’m putting towards not thinking about my full work week to come.