August 26, 2012

I miss Paris.

The decision to either go back to Paris… or somewhere else in Europe… or to go to NY for school has been running through my mind on repeat. Everything is set for NY, save for a place to live, but boring are the details.

I don’t know though… I just love France. I absolutely adored Colmar. Italy has always been a favorite… Milan, Rome, and the most romantic… Verona. Ben and I were in Italy last year. The Amalfi Coast… incredible. Our stay was too short, though, and that trip did a number on our friendship. I’ll go back and I want to stay for weeks, months, forever.

But this program has been a dream since I was 20. My acceptance was truly shocking, to be honest. I never thought I’d get in. In January I put it off in favor of France. I shouldn’t do that again. Besides, the last 2+ years of in depth research needs to go somewhere. The Columbia faculty and IRB continue to goad me ever so gently. I know it’s time. I suppose the decision is made.

By the way…

I love him. That’s it. That’s all. And at the end of the day, I just want to be able to fall asleep knowing that our lives are intertwined in a way only we can understand.