The Giants just won the World Series. Again. I’m grateful to my persistent jet lag for waking me up so I could share in the celebration with all my friends in San Francisco on the other side of the globe. Way to go boys!
Bonjour from Annecy, France! Despite an extremely harrowing travel experience flying to Geneva on Saturday, including one missed flight, two delayed flights, and missing luggage (which thankfully was recovered a few hours later) I am having the time of my life exploring the French countryside with my boyfriend Nick. We’re staying in Annecy, a truly stunning town nestled against the Alps with castles, cobblestone walkways, and espresso aplenty. We even sang Christmas carols under the first snowfall of the season and attended a mass at a local cathedral where we didn’t understand a single word. I feel like Belle. My heart is captivated by this place. I’m not sure I’m ever coming home.
As Nick and I indulged in pizza and local wine last night (when in France…) I realized that life is still life, even when on holiday in one of the most beautiful places in the world. Daily frustrations and annoyances still creep up no matter where you are or who you are with. The world is dirty, people are rude, Air France loses your luggage. The trick, as I have learned, is finding the right person to share these moments with, good and bad, because then they all just seem good. I’m learning how to balance out realistic expectations while still demanding as much as I can out of life on a daily basis.
In a few days, I will board a train that will take me to Paris, a city that has whispered to my heart my entire life. While in Paris, when I’m not busy weeping for joy in the Louvre, I plan to finish writing my book, which will be published before the end of this year. I am extremely proud of what I have written and eager to share my story with you all on a level I never have before.
I am growing and flourishing in ways I never thought possible. Thank you for following along with my journey.