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Mar142011

Wanderer Of The World: Paris, France

For most of my life I shelved writing under the hobby category.

When I was seven I wrote my first "book." It was written in ballpoint pen on wide-lined composition paper. When I was nine I started up a newspaper for the block I lived on. It was written in crayon, stapled together and funded by the .25 cent ads I sold to tell of neighborhood announcements. Yard sale at the Hendrickson's house on Saturday. In fifth grade, I heard the words that would change my life. Not in that moment. 10 years later. When the gravity of the truth had years to weigh on me. My science teacher told me I would be a writer someday. That my sentences would take me places. And instead of asking me to memorize the periodic table of the elements, he gifted me with the book Huckleberry Finn. 

I suppose the fact I started out writing so early is probably the reason why I kept it in my youth. I never saw it growing past the miniature editor I pretended to be with my pop-bottle glasses, pencil in hand. It had sustained my childhood imagination, but it seemed humble and small compared to the adult world I found myself in as I grew older.

So my first three years of college I pursued a pre-law track, never mind I wrote every front page story for my college paper for two years. I was going to be a divorce attorney, because, you know, writing was a hobby. A little hobby.

And then I changed my mind.

I realized my fifth grade science teacher {of all people!} was right. My sentences were going to take me places. 

And they have.

Most recently, they took me to Paris to cover fashion week for a national publication.

The job assignment was simple: study fashion, stalk the Eiffel Tower and sip champagne. Surreal doesn't even begin to describe the way I felt.

There I was. 

A writer. In Paris. 

Every detail in Paris seems to be a story in itself, like the city is its own author. And let me just say, it is a beautiful story. From the floral shops that spill petals onto the streets...

To the cute-as-a-button modes of transportation...

To the art of sipping on creamy coffee and nibbling on delish pastries while people watching at streetside cafes...

To the architecture, which needs no introduction...

Oh, and let's not forget the star of the show, the champagne...

 The trip still feels so dreamy to me. The walk home each night involved passing by the Louvre {not bad, no?} and I even went to a party in a cave in one of Paris' famous underground tunnels. Dress code? Only the sparkly shorts would do!

And to think, I could have been an attorney...

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Reader Comments (4)

I am so happy for you! Isn't it nice to live your dreams insead of just,....well....dreaming?

March 15, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterCassie

That looks so beautiful! I've always wanted to go. I'll get there someday!

March 16, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterErin

Beautiful. Dreams do come true!

March 16, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterGlenda

Realizing your dreams is the best thing in the world...I knew in 4th grade I was going to be a teacher...and I am! Great photos of Paris!

March 19, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterBeth

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