Day 25.

Every day for the past 25 days I have been faced by an interesting dilemma-- I can never quickly decide what I want to write about for this blog. I only post here once a day so a simple random thought doesn't seem important enough, I don't want to write about random facts about my day because I'm trying to be less self-absorbed, and I feel weird copying the ideas written in the Tumblr I follow religiously.

I forgot to put pickles on my sandwich today, and, realizing this about a half an hour after lunch, I understood why the sandwich was so unsatisfying.

I was just speaking to Chelsea about my writing dilemma who suggested I tell you about my day.Today I went to Spanish class...it was interesting and stuff, but after that I watched a bunch of interesting and crappy music videos with Chelsea until lunch. Then Chels, Thomas, and I goofed off talking at lunch and now Thomas is making a card for Chels' wall. Oh, random day stuff.

Traveling. Paris. I want to go to Paris so badly and explore the Luvre for weeks and study at the Sorbonne. I want to wake up every morning, drink an espresso, eat a fresh baked croissant, and spend my days exploring the country side or walking along the river Seine. I want to tell as many places as possible, "I would stay and love you, but I have to go," go and love another place, and then another. I want to love places. Doesn't that sound like so much fun? It makes me wonder, how does one go about loving a place? By exploring and discovering, by tasting new foods and meeting wonderfully strange people....  I can almost envision a crowded street market as I walk through it looking for fresh produce for my afternoon meal. I can almost hear the rush of people walk by as I sit at an outdoor cafe and drink espresso while people watching. I can almost feel the sunshine. For now, though, I will just have to rely on the Tardis and my books to take me places, to travel.