My time in Paris was as simultaneously dreamy and fast-paced as I wanted it to be.
It's perhaps not so glamorous to find myself working my butt off in the office on my first gloomy Friday afternoon back in Sydney since I can't even remember when, after the wildest time of my life in Morocco, but I do find it quite therapeutic. It's good to be back in a routine, have my head in books (granted, I sat my first exam of the season this morning...), have my butt in Pilates, and looking forward to a story-trading pizza date with my nearest and dearest tonight. Living out of a suitcase and eating out all the time (or not eating at all) takes its toll on your body eventually, and flight delays and 12 hour stopovers in Dubai is just as taxing. So as much as I always say that I wish I'd done a gap year after high school, perhaps I wouldn't have survived a gap year. It's good to be home.
That's not to say, though, that travel updates are over - so far from it. The next month in this space is most likely going to relive the past month and more, with some Uni, work and work travels in between.
So, shall we call this bag of Paris grams a taste test, just to kick off the weekend.
My time there was as simultaneously dreamy and fast-paced as I wanted it to be.
Thanks for having me Paris - not long until we meet again...
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