I can’t believe I’ve lived here for a month now. It doesn’t feel like it. It feels like I’ve been here for a week or two max. That could have something to do with the transient nature of my life here right now – I’ve moved once already and am going to be moving again in a week.
It feels surreal that this is my life now. Today I walked from my apartment to the bookstore I like – Berkeley Books of Paris. It was a beautiful bright day, and smelled delicious with the mix of leaves and roasting chestnuts.
It was very satisfying to walk all the way over without having to check a map once, I even took a route I’ve never taken before. But the city is starting to feel a lot more familiar now, though still not like “home”. I feel like that will probably take a couple years at least.
Until then I don’t mind being an outsider a bit – I feel like it lets me see some things that don’t always get seen. Half way between a tourist and a local – I’m not jaded and bored with the city I live in, but I have the luxury of time to find the little details that a tourist lacks.