I fell back in love with it
There is nothing worst than living in Paris, city of love, for 4 years and hating it.
I know, just by reading this you already want to kill me because you’re from the kind of people dreaming to kick me out of my apartment in the heart of the 16th arrondissement and take my place.
I never really told you where I’m from, so here it is peeps!
I was born in the tiny city of Chartres, known for its picturesque cathedral.
After graduation, I left for what I thought was the best decision I’ve ever made… College, at INSEEC. Why? No idea, in my french catholic highschool I was just that good at english and I got this thing for the state of California. INSEEC offered me everything I wanted: an American Business Program.
During those 3 years, I lived in so many different places far from my tiny little village and discovered what I really am… A Traveler.
Deep down, I always wanted to see further than the portal of my yard, further than the last street of my town and further than the people I used to cross. I lived for 2 months in London & Chicago to end my program in the beautiful state of Cali *dream coming true*.
When I came back to the frenshest* city (french-fresh), I wanted to get back on the plane and leave right away. I couldn’t find the feeling of freedom and wander in Paris. #NoMoreHappiness
Instead of drowning into depression, I started wondering what if I tried making my own wanderlust here.
Thanks to my beautiful friend H #CestUneEvidence for letting me drag you in weird places sometimes 😀
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