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Expectation vs Reality: Luggage

Components: cardboards, glue, and all of my emotional baggage

The tale of the parisienne

The setting: A bus station on a nameless street in Paris, somewhere halfway between the Eiffel tower and Notre Dame de Paris.

Cast of characters:

Me [in order to maintain coherence, and because I really like my initials, I'll call myself "J"]: euphoric that I've found healthy food in the land of carbs and butter, eating figs and almonds with abandon.

My friends we shall refer to as "S": the reasonable and the French-speaking one between us.

The Parisienne- or- "P" whereas "P" also stands for "perfection" [spoiler alert]: the embodiment of class and Parisian-chic wrapped up in one well-dressed woman.

J and S, too happy to worry about petty details like the time or their flight home are trying to figure out which bus will take them to the Eiffel tower. P is standing about 70 cm away from them, secretly listening to their conversation.

S to P with some hesitance:

Excusez-moi, madame? Un bus de la tour Eiffel?

And that's when J's most memorable experience in France began. P replied and then continued to talk to S and J. Their small-talk chitchat at the bus station developed into a guided site-seeing tour P gave the girls during the bus ride. Nice and informative, and with a Hollywood-blockbuster-worthy French accent P told them which building Napoleon had built for his troops and where Princess Diana had died in the car crash. She also mentioned the museum of Fashion and the museum of Architecture [at that moment J was ready to tear apart her plane ticket home and just stay in Paris forever drooling over clothes and buildings and worshiping P]. P talked about the beautiful, pastoral cafés and the delights of people-watching.  And when J mentioned how lovely P's shoes were, she confessed how she found them on sale merely for 20 euros.

J [to herself]: Oh dear P, please guide me through life!

The bus stopped. P signaled to the girls the follow her, they did. P crossed the street in a red light with the poise of a queen and the ease of a brat. P directed S and J to the tower, wished them a wonderful day and vanished. 

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Inventory

• fat cat - 1 too many
• books - 2 boxes
• school supply - 3 boxes
• clothes, makeup, etc. - 3 boxes
• shoes - 2 boxes
• trash bags - 6 bags
• everything else - 1 box

conclusion: I'm a geek, own too many shoes, and keep a lot of useless crap. 

Juliette Gold is moving

I'm not moving far away enough for it to be exciting. Actually, the new house is so close to my old one, that the entire situation is pretty ridiculous. However, in order to make my life adequately complicated, I've turned the mini-move into a 24/7 – impossible – to – complete – life – consuming – renovation and design project. A project that you, my lovely readers, a bound to hear about.