I have been wanting to share my experience in Paris for a while now. I have started many posts only to stop because they didn’t feel authentic enough. I felt like I was being fake and the content I was creating was not mine but a carbon copy of everyone else’s picture perfect travel pics which consist of a cute outfit and a picturesque back drop with some remote location posted with hashtags #travelnoire #travel #runningoutofpagesonmypassport
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed Paris. I made sure to see all of the touristy sites. I ate well. I took pictures. I tried to look cute. But those were not the most important parts of Paris to me. What was most important was what drove me there. What went on within me internally while there. And what I carry with me continuously now that I have returned. I wrote a lot in my journal during my 8 days so I figured rather than create posts that are superficial, I’d share you all the real deal knowing that we are going through the same things. What’s there to hide?
The Great Escape
Fuck it, I’m going to Paris.
I bought a ticket to Paris because I feel as if I am riding on a wave of good luck and freedom.
So what if I just quit my job and I ain’t got another one waiting.
So what I just got into a car accident and now I don’t have anything.
The insurance company just cut me a check which will hopefully carry me over for another month until I have to dip into my savings
which I am praying will continue to save me
until I find my stability
in this new freedom
because Got damn it
I feel free.
I’m in a new place in my life.
I’ve dropped my attachments to a man who at one time I’d drop everything for.
I’d drop my plans,
I’ve left a job that sucked the life out of me.
I can’t sell my soul for money.
I can’t limit my life because it’s safe.
I can’t wait.
So I’m buying a ticket to Paris.