Day One Hundred Nineteen: Phone Line

As of 7:40 this morning, I have a France Telecom telephone line. The technician arrived around 7:20 - about 3.5 hours early. No matter.

The technician was a young guy, perhaps in his late twenties to early thirties. We talked about school. He said that he didn't pay attention in high school because getting out and earning money in the "real world" was more important. I asked if he had any regrets. He told me that he tries to live without regret but that he now understands his parents labor and love. He wants better for his children.

I liked his lifeview. I try to espouse the living without regrets mentality (part of the reason I live in Paris). I also want to the future to be better (don't we all?). But the thing that made the most impact on me was his understanding of his parents. I would have to say to living independently, away from home, in another country, has absolutely made me understand my parents more than I ever thought I would. It would take pages to hash out why this is, but suffice to say I'm happy that my parents did what they did and do what they do. Here's to a beautiful Parisian day!