No matter the weather, temperature, or hour, I recommend that if you live in Paris, it's worth leaving your windows open at night. Unlike New York, people here go to sleep, so the streets quiet down, save for the occasional taxi or scooter that passes by. But if you're lucky, once in a while, a woman will wander beneath your window, singing a song so beautifully that you pause your own music to listen to her. Or perhaps a group of men, after clearly having left a bar; they too are a pleasure to hear.
These are the people who now take part in my life. I'm not so focused inwards these days. I'm looking out.
This is new for me. Being alone. Living alone. Sleeping alone. Waking up alone. Being alone. Cooking alone. Eating alone. Being alone.
And I'm rejoicing in this moment like a little girl. The same way I did when I had my first roommate, or first moved in with a boyfriend. Funny how these opposite situations can arouse such similar feelings in me.
I look forward to having only myself to tend to. I anticipate mellow nights, creative moments, and getting to do things I've been wanting to do for a long time. Finally I'm going to be able to walk around naked, stay up all night, and find food that I bought right where I left it.
My goal is to just get through this year, on this path. Just one year. I want to see if I can do this.
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