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Paris and the Girl

27/09/2020

I can not believe it has only been two months since I arrived in Paris. Not to sound corny or anything but I don’t feel as though I have been here for a mere two months. I feel as though I’ve always been here. I know it is strange since I did not grow up here, and I barely speak the language. Until I had moved here I had only been to Europe one other time, mainly in Germany with one overnight trip to Metz, France.
I’ve read books, watched movies, and learned so much about the culture through my mother. I even continued what I had learned about my culture by teaching it to my children. So honestly, when we arrived it, things did not feel that different.

I am however surprised that I feel as though I have shifted somehow. As though that square peg as finally become round.

I know what you are thinking, what is she talking about?

Well, when I was little it did not matter where I went or who I was around. (Until I met my husband) I always felt out of place, out of step, and strange. I never felt as though I belonged anywhere. Even in the PNW, which I loved so much that I actually tell people that is where I am from, I only felt as though I had settled. I did feel a sense of peace and to be honest, it hurt a lot when I moved but that feeling seems to be growing smaller and smaller. Again, it has only been two months, and I do think about Portland a lot. I think about all the things I did there. For instance, public transportation. When I was in California, I wouldn’t have bee caught dead on the transit. I do miss the smell of evergreens and the damp greens spread out around me.

Grocery shopping has not been easy. I am finding that I am leaning more towards my American roots and buying packaged foods because it is easier for me. However, I have been looking up recipes and sniffing around open-air markets (which are NO joke), to get a feel at what is in season and prepare myself for what I should and could be cooking. Since getting my own apartment I don’t eat out as much, which is good. At work, I have been pushing my tastes. School lunches are really quite different here. So everything you saw on the internet about that is so true.

The other day for lunch I had a creamy dill mushroom sauce with a slice of veal, green beans, and a chunk of bread. For dessert, I had a plum.

In addition to moving a lot of other things have changed.

Now when I have my coffee, I have it with whole milk and real sugar. I don’t have Starbucks nearly as often, mainly because they are not on every corner but mostly because I don’t want that coffee. I love the coffee that I buy at the store and make myself at home. I love waking up in the morning, warming my milk, and sitting down for about an hour and a half before the storm starts. Even going to work has been a bit easier, I am not sure if it is because my commute is eight minutes on foot or if it is because I like my job.

Aside from missing my husband like crazy, I feel quite content. This was the reason we decided to move to France. We wanted to have a sense of calmness in our lives, we yearned for that warmth and coziness of together.

Lastly, and I’ve said this a lot in this blog post, I have only been here two months but I feel as though I’ve finally come home.

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2 Comments

  • Reply Angela Turner 29/09/2020 at 9:28 pm

    Love this!!! I’m so happy you’re selling in nicely. 🥰

    • Reply Christina 04/10/2020 at 4:53 pm

      Some days yes, others are still a challenge!

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