Oh Paris. If I go through the pictures we shot a few days ago in France I become homesick but at the same time it feels like wanderlust. Those two totally opposite feelings are unified when I think about the city I lived in almost one year. On the one side it feels like “home”, but on the other side Paris changes so fast and every time I come back it is so different. Most of the friends who I took into my heart don´t live anymore in this city but all over the world. And then, slowly, but every time I feel more like a tourist than a local.
On those two days I visited Paris I unfortunately could not make it to meet one of the peeps who still live in Paris. Therefore I had best company with Caro and Alexis but failed miserably as a tourist guide. I couldn´t find THE café with the best view on the Eiffel Tower, shortcuts I knew by heart dissappeared and at one point I switched from French to English. Things are changing so fast- my “home” feels unfamiliar and I can´t even remember simple stuff. And remember, it was just four years ago, as I strolled every single day through this wonderful city.
The fact, that I felt a little bit uncomfortable and lost makes me planning my next trip to Paris so badly. And this time it will definitely be more than two days- maybe even two weeks? My boyfriend has never (!!) been to Paris and doesn´t know all those magic places and people and you really need a little bit of time to get to know all of it. I dream of living again a whole summer in one of those amazing petits appartements at Marais, but therefore I would miss Munich so much. It is really tricky feeling homesick but wanderlust at the same time…