Okay, so I'm finished complaining for good…or at least for now (I think.) So
92300 is not technically in Paris, but I'm there every day. I lived in 75008 for five years and I'll do it again. (But I still asked my
husband if he wanted to move back right away, just in case. He said no, so I
guess we're not packing up and moving out of this place just yet, because I
do not want to scotch up another box either!)
Another reason why I can't complain is because many Parisian lovers are a lot
further away than two metro stations. So I apologize if you feel that I've
no right to complain. I probably don't and am wondering if I should even
dare put this in writing! (Sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don't).
Bien sur this is all so very trivial. With everything that's going on in the world,
I'm saying to myself over and over shame on you! Like I said,
sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don't. I know I'm lucky….
On the other hand, I feel like I must write something down so that when I'm 80 and
I have grandchildren I'll have something semi-interesting to tell them.
Maybe this will actually keep me out of a nursing home if my kids think
I'm interesting enough…my husband is on his own.
In any case I guess it's all about perspective anyway, and until you've lived in
75008 and walked down rue de Levis and visited Parc Monceau
daily…well, it might be difficult for you to understand right away…but I
hope one day you have the chance to.
In the meantime, I'm going to keep my eye on the Eiffel Tower, because it
really is just the most spectacular thing. I get ten minutes of these
dazzling lights every hour on the hour once it gets dark. I guess I'm not
doing too badly after all.
Besides, I can just go over to 75008 tomorrow.
go to part 1...
go to part 2...
through my eyes...
