Dreaming of Paris

Since getting back from Europe, I've been wanting to get back to normal, start planning for a new car, possibilities of moving out, becoming a responsible adult and all that jazz.

But the more time goes, the more all I'm thinking about it being back there. Yearning, wanting - desperate to be back there, Paris in particular. There was so much that I didn't get to do that I wanted to, so many situations I didn't get myself into, too many streets that I didn't get lost on.

I stupidly started crying the other day watching a stupid American movie when the main characters were in Paris and the Eiffel Tower started to sparkle, and none of them were even watching.

It didn't matter to me about the weather, or waiting in line for things, or the lack of the language - even though I would LOVE to be able to speak it - I was just so happy there.

What do you do when you fall in love with a place so far away? Do you go for it, start looking for work over there and a place to live etc, even though you're happy with your life at home?

I've already moved overseas and....it was an amazing experience for me. It showed me that I could take care of myself etc. But, I don't know whether I was ready for it at the time. I don't know whether I would be able to make a better go at it this time. I don't know how long I should leave it before it becomes 'too late'.

I don't know a lot of things.

All I do know is, I love Paris. And I hope it loves me too.

Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.

What do people do if they don't read for fun? What do people do if they don't like it, do they realise what they're missing out on?

There so much to learn, to find, to enjoy, to cry along with, to strive for. How can there be people out there who don't enjoy finding a good book and doing nothing else but sitting and reading?