Here I am sitting in our little mansion that is the NYU in Paris campus on a Saturday. This coming week is midterm week and so our basement library is open today. At this point it is just me and the salty French librarian with her pursed lips and red rectangle frames. As I walked in and saw only empty computers I said "Ah bon!" and she made a grunting noise back. Life without a computer (still haven't quite diagnosed mine) is hard, but kind of good because it forces me to read in my spare time or come here to actually get work done (well now, I am blogging).
The last few weeks here have had their ups and downs, I had guests for about two and a half weeks straight and therefore didn't get as much as I needed to done, got a little stressed out at times but also had a lot of fun. This city is always a cure when I get worked-up though, I can just take a walk and I feel great. I have a feeling when I get back to New York it is really going to hit me hard. Though I have just as much work here, it doesn't feel like it. New York always has some larger pressing matter, some way of forcing me into submission and beating me down into a robot who relies on his Blackberry to tell him where he needs to be with whom and what he needs to talk about with that person.
Okay I get it, that is called obligation, and I don't have much of it here. But that's not how life works, unless I'm able to always just escape time after time. I've done a pretty good job of it up until now but I think I'm getting a little old for that. Evan's got some decisions to make when he gets back.
But for now: French limestone, brick streets, pasteries, autumn air, new friends, and the bluest sky I have ever seen.
I hope my friend Sasha doesn't mind that I keep using her photos, but this one seems to fit.
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