One-way plane ticket to Paris is booked
My mind is a tangled web at the moment, but I guess, come January 1st, there’s no turning back once I get on that plane.
The Colette Carnaval was a blast this weekend.
Paris is beautiful alone, but Paris is magical with friends. I’m really sad we had to let those balloons go before we got lunch.
Did you know Nicolas Flamel was a real person? Paris teaches me something new every day.
Je t’aime, Paris. A belated cheers to the new year.
Martin Margiela designed L’Hôtel La Maison Champs-Elysées. Can he please design my future home?
My ideal Christmas tree, spotted at La Maison Champs-Elysées, the first hotel designed by Martin Margiela. Do you see a Dior bag?
“Many students dress in a way that immediately identifies them as American. It’s important to realize that this can bring you unwanted attention. College or fraternity sweatshirts, baseball hats, carrying water bottles and wearing sneakers will highlight the fact that you are American – and some people may resent you for that fact.”
— My Paris study abroad program handbook
As the icing on the cake, I found out today that Columbia will be funding my summer of research in Paris, which is exciting because even after the spring semester is over, I will still be spending three more months in Europe and I won’t be paying from my own pocket. I feel extremely lucky that I get to spend an extra summer doing academic research in Europe, and I truly intend to turn this into something that will ultimately become my senior thesis.
I go to yoga a lot, no matter how much homework I have, because I’m so tired of making excuses for myself. I think I’ve changed for the better since I began doing yoga daily. There are a lot of exterior things in this world that could make me a hateful person, but instead I’ve found an inner peace and forgiveness that cannot be shaken. I’m making it a goal to become a certified yoga teacher by graduation (I’ll fund the training myself…somehow), because I want to someday teach yoga to domestic violence victims, especially battered women. I don’t think yoga substitutes for religion or therapy or is an excuse to be passive, but I do think it’s a reminder to be kind to yourself.
Almost every morning, I run a 5k, which isn’t much (about 3.11 miles), but all these little things have helped me take control of myself. I’m not quite sure about who I want to be, but I’m quite sure about who I don’t want to be.
So… This is very likely where I will be next year.
(Source: paris-en-rose)
“I was tired of hearing the same diatribe from all my Manhattan friends: “You have to fight to the death to get the job you want! You have to spend every waking minute stalking people down and personally handing them your resume! Then you have to send them and their assistants cupcakes! Then you have to mail them a hand-written note to follow up! Then you have to offer them your first-born child!” In Paris, it’s kind of like, “What do you feel like eating tonight?” and “I hear there’s a good art exhibit at the Pompidou. Maybe we’ll go.” There aren’t so many SHOULDS in Paris as there are in New York.”
— Haley Hogan, Addicted to Strangers
