Paris is. It breathes. It shurgs. It lives. I'm glad I came. I'm ready. I think I'm ready. I want to see the southern hemisphere. To see New Zealand. Australia. The rest of the world. Paris will always have my heart. Feels like home. I was so sick of it when I left. And sad. Conflicted. I'm so calm now. Excited. I have good friends here. (yes this IS a shout out to MR and Jose and Mira) They will be missed. They're in my heart of hearts.
I'm ready to be with a man I truly care about. Ready for kangaroo steak and trying to understand Australian; I'm told Australians don't really speak English. I'm so ready to put my arms around my kiwi. Probably not going to be smooth sailing but I'm ready to give the country and our coupleship a good go.
On other news, I had chocolate fondue tonight. OMG!!!
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About Me
- Izzy
- I had things roughly figured out. I was about to start grad school in chummy Paris where I have lovely friends and *had* a great apartment. Life was going to be great. Then I decided to move to Australia where I knew three people: a computer scientist, a friend of the computer scientist and my lover. Reasons for moving varies on a day to day basis. My telling of this insanity promises to be a good melodrama. I'm 26. My name is Elizabeth Zarrouati. I endorse bread and typos.
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