Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

As I write this, the time is 12:23pm on Sunday October 30, and I am at CDG airport waiting to board my flight back home from Paris. I feel like I have been living in fantasyland for the last 6 days. I have imagined many wild things in my life but never had I imagined a lovely vacation of this type. Why is that?

I’ve been mulling over this question while here and the two answers I came up with are: 1) Life is busy and full of commitments. 2) There is guilt in using ones time and money for a trip that presumably has no direct benefit to others in your family.

But after much contemplation over many glasses of wine, I think the answer boils down to something else entirely, something much more simple: Most of us believe whole heartedly that it can’t be done so it doesn’t get done. Nothing else. Every other roadblock has a solution if you just plan for it. Afterall, don’t all other boring, unexpected, and expensive life events somehow find a way to fit in? Why not something like this too?

I spent my last day walking around and taking in as much of Paris as I could. I walked over 40,000 steps according to my watch. Finally ending the night with a picnic by the Seine with that perfect view of the river, the bridges, the boats, the people, and of course the Eiffel Tower.

I felt so content and so thankful and so very ready to be reunited with Devang and the kids.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder – this is true of places too. Au revoir Paris! Until next time.

Leaving you some final pictures of the trip. Thank you so much for following along my Parisian adventure!

My very last selfie. I was smiling under that mask. :)

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