... A room with a view ...

View from my apartment

SO much has changed for me in the past two weeks. Apart
from working like mad on some freelance projects, I did the one thing I wanted to do since moving to Paris, I MOVED INTO MY OWN PLACE! 



When I moved to Paris, almost 1 year ago - I looked for a place to call my own. It was not as easy as I'd originally hoped. But I did learn a thing or two about myself. 


1. I can and will persevere. 
                                                         2. I can not and will not live with strangers. 


Some people get along well with random strangers from all across the globe. They find friendships, and solitude in being strangers in a strange land. These people are normally college freshman. I never lived on campus, so maybe its me. Maybe its my fault that I don't connect to the person living down the hall or in the next room - but I don't. I don't care if you're having a bad day or what your horrible married boyfriend said to you today, that doesn't give you the right to leave the dishes in the sink for 2 days. I don't really care. 


My apartment now is literally the size of a shoe box, but its mine. And nothing is sweeter, than turning the key in the lock, and knowing that there is no one in there. There can't be; I HAVE THE ONLY KEY! 

Sometimes, it can be a little lonely. There are moments, when the presence of another person no matter how annoying is a comfort. Just knowing there is someone else there if the boogie man decides to make a visit, feels nice but by Wednesday I was over that feeling. I figure if the boogie man is coming, he's in for one hell of a fight anyway.