What I know now that I've been abroad for a month
When people ask me how France has been, I usually reply, “it’s different, but I like it so far,” while I think about all I would’ve given to jump out of a moving car and onto the motorcycle that Lenny Kravitz may have been riding past me on. Now my future husband may or may not have actually been the person riding the motorcycle, (he had on a helmet), but when have you ever just felt like you were in the presence of Lenny Kravitz? Never, that’s when, and he was in France at the time so we’re going to let me believe he drove past me in my quaint little town outside of Paris and let that be that.
So that’s how it’s been- filling my head with idyllic dreams, looking for Lenny Kravitz and getting lost every step of the way. And I do me every step of the way.
Traipsing through the streets turns into trudging as I pace back and forth on the sidewalk as my GPS slowly adjusts to the new area. My GPS hates me, continually insists on making me look like an idiot. Getting lost everyday is really just a humbling way of finding a new adventure. I can say this now as I type this from my bed, when in reality I’m usually near a slight panic if I’m lost for more than five minutes and the sun is going down. This could have something to do with the male gaze pivoting towards me anytime I feel the slightest bit out of place, but I’ll save that for another day. Just know if I’m never called, “Princess,” or told I can just walk up to someone’s second story apartment as if that would help me find my way again, it’ll be too soon. But back to the point.
France has been teaching me a lesson on being alone, embracing imperfection and standing in what I want and, for the most part, I’m listening. While everyone wanted me to see all the sight the first two or three days I’m easing into things- letting the city take me in and show me new things after each turn. Although, I am eating enough pastries for the you and me both and I’ll be sure to give my roundup of my favorites soon. I’m so excited to share not only this adventure, but also this chapter in my life as I gleefully sprint towards the quarter-century gang and figure out how to make the most of it and be authentically me while doing that.
For now, I’m doing a lot of walking to balance out all the sweets I’m eating, seeing sights, museum hopping, getting lost, preaching to as many people as I can and having fun finding my way. And I finessed my way into my first fashion show so stay tuned for my review and all the deets.
Welcome to the journey; hang on tight- you’ll be glad you did.
happy reading,
kacie micole