| The Last Day Living In Paris. |
| Written by Brendon Green |
| Saturday, 06 February 2010 06:12 |
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It’s not like I’m not going to be back. I’m almost certain I will be, because I am leaving some DVD's here - and nobody likes leaving DVD's behind (especially not Bridge To Terabithia, that movie holds a special place in my heart). But it is my last day living in Paris, and that is cause for pause (awesome rhyme).
So I have come to pause at my favourite Bubble-T café, with giant cappuccino’s, chocolate brownies and a wicked old school pop soundtrack (oh-oh here she comes, she’s a maneater).
It’s been 6 months since I left NZ, which is about halfway between my predictions of how long I would last. That feels like a hell of a long time to me, although I know, rationally, that it’s not. Edinburgh feels like a lifetime ago, as does my first few anxious days in Paris. I was a lost little fish back then, but now I can find my way home from pretty much anywhere (eventually, and not in a direct route).
In terms of things done, I feel I may have failed a bit. I’d give myself a ‘C’, barely passing. But that’s only because there is so much to see and do here. While my comings and goings may not be enough to set a gossip blog on fire, or an adventure blog on…um, a missing Cheetah hunt, I did live in Paris for awhile, and this is damn cool enough (or so say my Paris friends, who really like Paris).
In terms of people met; I think you’re lucky to meet anyone anywhere you go, and I have met some absolute gems. The nature of travelling is that your group of friends is in a constant state of flux, there’s always someone leaving or arriving. For example right now pretty much all my friends are away, leaving me to wallow around for my last few days. But it’s ok, because I’m still meeting people, and they are keeping up the awesome average. You know how it’s really annoying when people say - “The best part about travel is the people you meet”? Yeah, I hate that too. So, sorry. If it makes it easier to stomach, I can probably say that the best thing about Paris was the bread. Damn good bread.
Tomorrow morning I leave to start a trip around Europe (or some parts of it anyway), so my adventures aren’t over at all (hold on to your hats, Adventure Blogs!). I will try and write about each place I go, as it’s the best way to remember them after the fact. But it’s Au Revoir to Paris for now. Thank you for a beautiful experience. I don’t want to get too over the top, but I feel a Hemingway quote would be an appropriate finish:
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” |
