Arriving in Paris

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Gare du Nord – Northern Station where the Eurostar dropped us off.

Today I arrived in Paris, France, fresh off the Eurostar.

My friend Sarah and I arrived at the station just before 3pm and spent a bit too much time wandering around in the vague direction of our hostel. We hoped we’d come across it by accident and did 180ºs when it felt like we were too far off track. It worked.

Places To Go Bucket List

When I was young, I sort of created my own version of a bucket list. Mine was different, though, because instead of having a list of things to do, I put together a list of places to go. The list was made up of major cities and although I didn’t mind what order I crossed them off the list, over the years, I’ve visited the cities on the list in the order I wrote them down. Coincidence? Maybe.

Paris Stops The Crying

There’s nothing like planning a trip to Paris to stop you from crying uncontrollably.

As any university student (or anyone really) can understand, sometimes there’s just too much to do and not enough time. I know I only have four classes a week and it’s only Creative Writing and I’m lucky enough to be all the way in England so I really shouldn’t be complaining, but I had a small meltdown yesterday. Honestly, I’m not too sure about sharing it publicly because it’s kind of embarrassing, but I figured there had to be someone out there who needs to know they’re not alone.