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!