I don’t know what Paris is to you, but it used to be a romantic land of magical power that enables people to fall in love. Then it became a hilarious land where people wear stripe shirt, eat baguette and go “hon hon j’aime baguette”. And now, it’s my new meeting place.
A day after my birthday, I bid farewell to my friend, ending it “Let’s meet in Paris”. (NL et FR à été) And a week later, I made a plan with another friend to spend a weekend in Paris together.
My life feels like a movie. It’s too insane to be true. It’s fucking unreal. To get someone to say “see you in Paris” and “let’s spend a weekend in Paris” is like something you hear in a movie not someone’s life. Especially not MY life. (It’s sounds too fucking cheesy, I can’t deal with this shit. But they live/are from Paris. What can I do)
It’s cool that such things happen in my life. My life goal is my very own life. But in any case, Germany is waiting for me! France can always wait.