So it’s May 17th and I now have to come to terms with the fact that I never had a spring break this year… I’m officially giving myself a real vacation this summer, and in my dreams I would be able to go to this place.
"At the beginning of each evening I was nervous and shy, worried that I had nothing to contribute to the group, but then I'd settle into my skin and my voice. By midnight, I would be part of things, ready to drink like a sailor and talk until morning. It was like being born over each night, the same process repeated, finding myself, losing myself, finding myself again." - The Paris Wife