There's always been something about France that just drew me in. It wasn't always one specific thing, or even a consistent idea or feeling. At one point I was obsessed with learning every detail out there about Coco Chanel. At another time, all I wanted to do was visit a château in the countryside, perhaps even live there; I would go through tons of pictures of the French country life placing myself into the scenes. And Who doesn't daydream of the high life of the south of France and its beaches? I mean,
Beyoncé vacations there!
But there was one constant; I felt that no matter what I needed to experience Parisian life. I needed to go to the city of love. I knew that once I got a taste of Parisian air, all would be right. I made a decision a long time ago that I would visit the city of my heart during the year of my 25th birthday. That is exactly what happened.
If you had asked me even a month ago if I was close to making this happen, I would have given you an elaborate and believable response as to how I'm focusing on other things, etc etc. But leave it to life, or fate, or just straight luck; I spent 3 glorious days in my dream city. Just when I had decided to put one of my greatest dreams on the back-burner, it demanded to be put back in the top spot.
I only spent a short time there on my first trip, but it was all I needed to know that Paris is a place I will always go back to.