Happy Wednesday everyone! I have a somewhat exciting announcement to share with you all today: I’m moving to Paris. I have a one-way ticket from JFK to Charles De Gaulle on January 4th. I’ll be teaching children English, (hopefully) picking up some freelance writing assignments, and writing a novel. Part of me feels incredibly naive doing this; “But Earnest and F. Scott did it” is not exactly a great rationale for packing up one’s life and carting it across the ocean. However, my literary fantasies are not my only motivation: I’m ready for a career change, I’ve always wanted to take advantage of my UK citizenship (thanks, Dad!) and live in Europe for a while, and, frankly, I’m unhappy in New York.
There’s a chance that I’m just going to exchange New York unhappiness for Parisian unhappiness, but I don’t think that’s the case (and besides, Paris has a much longer tradition of unhappiness than New York does; being part of a centuries-long collaborative project automatically makes it more bearable). I certainly have a few demons prowling the streets of New York from which/whom I’m running away, but running away at least means I’m going somewhere. One of the reasons I chose Paris is because I don’t (yet) speak French. I’ve lived in England and Germany before and I wanted to go somewhere new, where I would really feel like a stranger. It feels kind of like starting college: a completely blank slate, so many people to meet, an awareness of potential and possibilities.
Anyway, I’m excited to move and I promise to share all of my Paris adventures with all of you. I hope you enjoy these throw-back pictures from a family trip to Paris in 1993 when I was 6 as well. Do you have any Paris tips? Hidden gems?