So,
It's been 3 months. Trois mois.
I know I haven't written a lot lately, and I think I'm over the "newness" of the place, and am starting to settle in. So, there's not much to talk about. Every new place I go, I take it in, marvel at it's grandeur and move on. It's how you live in Paris...this place is rife with beauty, architecture, histoire and after a while, it's like..."Oh look another big ornate building." I hate to say it. But I get it.
I am about to move out of this apartment, hopefully into another. I'm going to stay, people. I'm going to make myself a new home. I will work on hopefully getting a work visa, I have a show to do in February here, and am gonna make sure I see this out.
I'm letting go of the fear. "Should" does not have any power here. Sometimes, when I talk to people about how I just came on vacation and think about staying, some look at me sideways, like I'm crazy and give a hearty "good luck". You can tell as they stare down at the ground as they say it that they think you're nuts to just uproot and move. And, yeah. It's pretty severe. Crazy? I don't know. My feelings and my gut, though new to the concept of letting go of the fear, are saying pretty loudly to just keep going. Because, it's all we got. We just gotta keep going! That's it. That's all I'm going by right now. It's all I have.
And so far, so good.