March Recap.
The time has finally arrived: Paris time, baby. That is right. I finished all my exams, and I am out of the gap (not really; I’ve got about four more due by the end of March/ end of April, but that’s neither here nor there).
You would think I would have had everything planned and organised before ñoving countries, right? Well, guess again. I think it was a couple of hours before I had to leave for the airport that I was finished packing. I wanted one last meal with my family before I went away, so we chose to go to The Glass Curtain as our final spot. It was quite lovely just sitting down and sharing a meal with my family. We all have busy lives, so it is seldom when we are all in each other’s company, and tonight was no exception.
I left for Dublin at about 2 am (cheers dad for the lift) and before I knew it, I was off to Paris! The trip itself could not have gone smoother, and I was at my apartment in the blink of an eye. It was all going great, but as every adult in my life always said, if something is too good to be true, then it probably is. And boyyyyy were they right. Boom. No signal or wifi in the gaff. I am fully aware this is a first-world problem, but at the same time, realisation had just hit me that I had moved countries.
This concept wasn’t a new one to me. I had moved to both Paris and Alicante before, but I had the luxury of knowing I would return to Ireland for college. But this time? Nothing was set in stone for me in the future for the first time. To make matters worse, I was so wrapped up in my head about studying for exams, finishing assignments and packing, I did not give myself any time to relax and accept that life was going to change. Also, I had this overwhelming feeling of guilt for accepting this internship. In my head, I could have chosen an internship in Cork and lived out my final few months in Ireland with my family and friends. But no, I felt I had chosen this life instead and abandoned everyone. Obviously, this is not how I feel now; it was just a combination of every single thought and emotion that had possessed my mind. I was also told to shut up by my friends and cop on, which really helped!
ANYWAY, after that little meltdown I had fully realised I had moved to Paris (not derogatory)! I love this city so much and what it offers, and I have no regrets whatsoever now. My sweet, sweet friend Blaise had moved months prior, so I immediately had my Irish connection there, and Cathal had come from Italy, so it helped soften the blow. Plus, I’m literally working in Paris for ELLE Magazine. Like, huh?
March-Ciarán, you needed these three things, let me tell you:
Let yourself breathe, there is no need to rush anything my guy. The Earth still rotates, time still passes, and nothing bad will happen. Just take it day by day.
You’re about to move next to a taco restaurant, it will become your best friend.
Your friends and family are a flight away, and this is April-Ciarán writing this, and it feels like you’ve always lived in Paris already, you’ll be grand.
