So, its been over a month now and we're closing in on the second month here so I thought it was time for some reflection. The magic of Paris has come, as promised, and settled over me like the North Face jacket I wish I had not forgotten in Connecticut over the summer. It is the middle of October and already consistently low 50 degrees outside here. As a born-n-raised Californian who left the beach and its surf for a once in a lifetime MA program in Paris, I am completely unprepared for Parisian life. Mentally, materially, physically, and linguistically.
Lets talk about this, my reflections on being an newbie-expat living in the city of lights.
Materially, I was so vastly unprepared for winter its appalling. I brought with me a jean jacket, a blazer, and one heavy turtleneck this is all as far as the overcoats go. This isn't to say that I just left all the heavy coats at home. No, its just that I never had need for a heavy coat and so I never purchased one.
Mentally having to convert the time from Paris to the time in Los Angeles every time I want to text my friends or family is strainous.
physically fit ???
Physically living in a 7 floor walk up on the 6éme étage sounds romantic but in reality I dispise those stairs I climb twice (sometimes four times) a day.
mais bien sûr (?), je peux parler français... un peu...
Linguistically my grasp on the french language is like a 7 year olds. Quite literally I know this for certain because one of the children I babysit here is 7 years old and she is learning how to use, write, and conjugate the futur, passe compose, and présent tenses. These are concepts I understand but still struggle with distinguishing them orally in conversation.