Still a fearin.'

I have these moments of fear. I doubt my judgment and sanity. I'm in a state of panic. I'm excited. Let's just say this feeling is something akin to a free fall.

Getting Excited

It's 3AM. I should be sleeping. I've just hung up the phone with the bf and am munching on jewish apple cake (I have no idea what makes it jewish but I trust that the Whole Foods knows...). Am also drinking apple cider (I'm addicted). Thanksgiving is this week which means I get to spend some quality time with the family. My flight to Paris is this week which means I get to see some fabulous friends. My south seas adventure starts in 33 days which means I get to eat kangaroo on the barbie. Ah life! Now if only I get my hands on that trust fund my birth mother created...

Thank the Heavens

I have an official plane ticket!!! So back to Paris I go on November 28th. This is going to be good.

News

So I've been horrible at updating. I have no excuse. None. I sit around all day. I go to the gym. I look for a job. I atrophy. Skin and bones.

The news is that I'm jobless, moneyless, and moving to Australia. I'm not returning to France to stay. I'll fly there next week to gather my things and settle my affairs. I'm sick of this love/hate relationship with the city of lights. Only time will tell if I crawl back.