paris travels
i went to paris this week, and i didn't come back the same. paris was definitely something for me. my bestest friends from college, and my best friend from high school all in the same city. i walked around like i had walked these streets before. it was a melody i had known in the back of my mind, and i could feel stripped away from the wrinkles in my brain into an omnipresent feeling. paris was definitely something.
i really enjoyed paris for its art and its intention. people move with a streamlined indulgence. there's a duality within the lifestyle. a sobering yet extreme buzzed feeling. people with such beautiful cultures, sipping and drinking in the slowness as the city speeds by.
i want to feel like that all the time, and i know i can. i want to indulge and i want to feel like myself and i want to feel beautiful. paris made me feel so seen. i loved the cinema and the music and the people. i loved walking around at night and i loved the style. i want to be someone beautiful on the inside and the out. i want to love culture. i want to present myself in that manner and be comfortable as a result. i felt so seen when i was there. i even felt pretty.
i need that for myself. i need to feel like myself. this is only the beginning.