Bienvenue a Paris. It is what the sign said as I took in a breath of dampened air on the street. I did it! I am - and we are - actually here. We arrived to our apartment easily. It had been months of planning, hours of painstaking preparation, and many sleepless nights in the land of scenario thinking. Relief? Excitement? Fatigue? Anticipation? Contentment? Who knows - too many thoughts meshed together to sort through them clearly just yet. It was dreamy fatigue and surrealism at one of its finest hours in my life.
The apartment pleasantly surprised everyone and we quickly began to sort and space our minimal things. It feels like a traditional Paris apartment - tall ceilings, tall windows (some with elaborate latches), and herringbone wooden floors that creak enough to drive you fantastically mad. There are doors which lead to other doors in the living room, and some of the doors or knobs don't quite close. All in all it is entirely lovely for us.
Yes....it is Bienvenue indeed. My work would wait. I wanted to relish this day.
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