I pick up my coffee from Zia and walk for a couple of hours daily. I’ve been lucky enough to avoid any serious rain so far, and I’m looking forward to a rinse & repeat until I leave France.
Today, I am grateful for:
1. Jenn coming home, and the deep-dive conversations which we both love and are drawn to so naturally.
2. French butter. It tastes like a real thing, unlike whatever it is we call butter in North America.
3. Feeling lonely. Though painful (and with the potential to lend itself to extremely destructive choices if not dealt with properly and with great mindfulness), it is a welcome and sometimes necessary catalyst.
Paris | March 3, 2019