19 August 2010

Paris is DEAD

There is quite literally no one in this city. Okay, that's a gross exaggeration, but let me put it this way, I had to walk to five (yes, FIVE) different pharmacies today before finding one that was open. I was about to give up after number four, but something inside of me told me that it's not physically possible to have no open pharmacies in a city. Where are these Parisians getting their perscriptions?! Oh wait, they're not... they're all on vacation in the south.

This week has presented me with a strange combination of laziness and stress. Did you see that damn ticker on the left of this page? TWELVE DAYS left in Paris. That's it! I figured with two weeks to go I should probably start packing my stuff. I wanted to make sure that everything that I have accumulated in the past year (which is an astonishing amout of affairs) would fit into my four suitcases. Moving is always an unpleasent experience, made twenty times more so when constrained to Air France baggage restrictions. When I checked the Air France website I learned to my dismay that I am only allowed to check two suitcases, which means that my lovely backpack will be hanging out in Paris until I come back to get it.

I read an article in the New York Times today which discussed the newly accepted life stage of "emerging adult", a stage that one goes through during their twenties. Apparently us new millenium twenty somethings like to put of adulthood as long as possible in the self indulgent hope of "finding ourselves"-- or at least that's how someone put it. We don't want to get jobs, spouses, have children, or buy houses. Apparently we just want to move to Europe and have a glorious, soul-searching helluva time. Given my current lifestyle, I had to laugh while reading the article.

Though I can't lie, sometimes I wish I had less choices as far as careers and graduate school programs are concerned because the world of endless possibilites is extremely exhausting, and it's hard to deal with all of these choices from across the Atlantic. Sometimes I think it would be easier to live the traditional way and spend no time figuring out who you are...  but then I remember how much I have profited from this year abroad, how much it has changed me, and how boring life would be without more similar experiences.


  1. It’s so funny because I just read that article too and I was thinking “OMG, this is an exact description of my current state of affairs” but I realized that I think my parent’s generation sacrificed so that ours could have these experiences. Believe me when I say I think you’re one of the luckiest people (as I felt I was) to be able to move to France for a year, practice your language skills and find what the label of “Adulthood” means to you. I would kill for your 12 days; I miss it so much already I’m thinking of grad school over in Paris or Lyon :-) Good luck with your luggage. Mine was a total nightmare, I ended up leaving so many things in the goodwill type drop off they had in my town just for the mere fact that I was not trying to carrying all those things from train station to train station. Love your blog and keep us posted on your adventures.

  2. I feel that this article was very popular! I had a couple of friends send it to me via email after I made this post. I also feel that I was extremely lucky to have spent a year abroad because it fundamentally changed my life and I believe that taking risks outside of your comfort zone (such as moving abroad) is without a fraction of a doubt the best thing you can do for yourself. I'm happy that you enjoy my blog and I really appreciate the comments! I hope your repatriation is going well... I'll soon be in your same boat!