One Month Anniversaire

Today marks one month of being in Paris. Does that feel like a time warp to anyone else?? I feel like I JUST got here. That’s insane. I realize I have posted all of two times in the past month, and I do intend to have a higher blogging frequency now that I can start getting settled, and I’m not wasting time fruitlessly searching for apartments and crying.

As you know, my first two weeks were pretty physically/emotionally/mentally draining, I had a couple mini meltdowns, and then proceeded to buckle under the stress of not being able to find an apartment and ended up getting a place that is waaaay-hay-hay over my budget. I will therefore be eating PB&J sandwiches every day in order to pay for my apartment…WHICH by the way, is awesome and adorable and on my favorite street in the world, and I absolutely love it!!!

I may regret it in a few months when I have absolutely no money left over to do anything but sit in my apartment and eat crackers. But it’s only a 6 month lease, so I figure…how often do I get to live in Paris??? (Once every 29 years, historically).

I can live in my dream apartment for 6 months in its perfect location with its adorable courtyards, stroll up and down my adorable street stuffing my face with pastries & sighing in happiness, and THEN, when the lease is up, face reality, cut down on my carb and sugar consumption, and find something cheaper.

But for now…IT’S AMAZING!!! I seriously smile every time I walk down my adorable amazing street, Rue Cler, which is featured in guidebooks and has always been an immediate must-visit street every time I’ve come to Paris over the years…please see how adorable:

And then more smiling again when I walk through the adorable courtyard…

And then again when I sit at my desk and look out the beautiful French window at the vines covering the building across from me while I listen to someone play piano in the apartment below while the birds chirp along. Usually while eating a 9 foot baguette, not surprising.

Confession: 2 nights ago, after eating quite a large dinner, I came home and then proceeded to eat a substantially giant block of cheese & finished off a jar of Nutella with just the jar and a spoon (I don’t even pretend to use the crepe anymore…it was just getting in the way). There I said it, it’s out there. Cheese block. Nutella jar. I’m not allowed to buy anymore.

Okay cheese is still allowed, but Nutella is BANNED.