There are times, in quiet spaces of busy days, when my mind goes back to Paris. A longing for it; like you would long for company, an old friend, an old love.
There are some thoughts and memories of Paris that immediately make me smile. And other times, music will remind me of Paris and a sad longing comes over me, because I am not there. Lately, that music has been The Words soundtrack. Each time I listen to it, it gets better and before it even gets to the second song, I am back in the 16th Arrondissement, walking across Paris, and I feel that chill in the air, and that feeling of being home.
I became a certified scuba diver last year and so I’ve been busy trying to plan out my next diving trip (which will find me in San Carlos, Mexico in June, wrapping up my advanced certification), but even in the midst of planning other destinations, I am thinking about when I can get to Paris again.
In those moments I am missing Paris, there is melancholy and longing, but also a feeling of being lucky~~Lucky enough to have had the opportunity to fall in love, over and over again, with the City of Love.
This morning the house was quiet. I put on that CD and spent some time enjoying my memories of Paris. To allow music to take you back to a journey; to allow a city to have a piece of your heart…that is inspired living.