Oh La Lauren

Jeudi: Rendre des livres . Hanging out at SBC with Grée’s rat-like dog . St. Augustin . Starbucks

I really like writing in this blog. Sometimes I spend all day thinking (well, actually, I spend every day thinking), thinking of things that I want to record here.

Today I think I had a change of heart. The whole time that I’ve been in Paris, I’ve thought of it as a vacation. A very temporary ordeal. And I kept saying that I didn’t think I could live here. But today I suddenly felt as though I could really do it for a few years. I would be a rare breed of Parisian, a non-smoking, short and chunky Parisian. But with a serious pair of heels, black tights, and a mid-thigh length black pea coat, I could blend in even better. I also wouldn’t mind commuting between London and Paris for work…it even sounds kind of glamorous. And as much as I would enjoy having a small dog to walk around, I can’t imagine how expensive it is to keep up a pet here. So I would live in a (hopefully) Haussmannien apartment where my neighbors have a dog. I could make a couple of friends that provide some warmth to counter generally cold vibe that the Parisians emit. And somehow I would figure out how to deal with having poor homeless people all around me. I would find solace in the occasional trip to Starbucks, which really feels just like the ones at home, from drinks (though they’re missing Pumpkin Spice and Peppermint Mocha) to music. Occasional because the prices are absorbitant.

On a more trivial level, let me recount my day a bit—got to visit St. Augustin, though it wasn’t really as cool as I’d hoped. I can’t believe I like going to cathedrals so much. Jesus art, on the other hand, I get sick of rather quickly. I then sat and read my bilingual version of Les Fleurs du Mal in the Starbucks nearby. While I read poems of unfulfilled passion and poetic plight, the couple next to me was totally sucking face, and I was wondering if my doppo espresso would prohibit me from taking my brief nap tonight.

Brief nap because my flight to Madrid tomorrow is at 6:45 AM and I have to leave the apartment around 4. This is insane. However, if I don’t do such crazy things at this time in my life, when am I ever going to? Not gonna lie, I’m a little nervous about the group dynamic of the people I’m going with. I just wanna take in the city and some tapas.