Time is counting down and I’m nervous.
With just 2½ weeks to go before I leave for Paris, I’m starting to feel the pressure. There’s still a lot to do, a lot of things to take care of, a lot of people to see. I keep adding to-do’s to the list, but not checking off nearly as many as I’d like. Each one that’s added I think “hmm, I can get to that another day, after work” but the number of “after works” is dwindling faster and faster as days pass and calendars get filled with events.
There’s a car to sell, and people to share my news with. There are items to buy because I don’t know what I’ll be able to get in France. There are errands to run. Organizing to do.
I’m anxious and excited, dreading it and wishing it would happen already.
There’s a lot at stake and I have no idea what to expect when I arrive. It’s certainly not going to be all roses and rainbows once I get down to the day-to-day, working from home and trying to shop for groceries and attempting to navigate the métro. And understanding the language. Ohh boy am I nervous about the language!
As different waves of nerves have hit me, I started looking for some inspiration, some words of (cliché) wisdom to make myself feel better. Some sign that I’m making the right decision and this is going to be a good thing.
Ever the symbol of effortless cool and Parisian dreams, Ms. Hepburn came through for me when I was reminded of this quote. It’s not revolutionary, and there are probably a million tween girls circling this quote with hearts and sparkles. But I think it speaks to the decision I made months ago, when I thought… “What’s the worst that could happen?”
It ten years, will I regret going to Paris or will I regret not going? Never knowing what it might have been like or what could have come of it seems a terrible fate.
Ultimately, nerves and all, Paris is definitely a good idea.