Over the holiday break, I had tons of people asking me how it was to live in Paris, and not too many were thrilled when I told them it was hard.
Paris has this blown up image that it is some magical place that when you come here there will be nothing but butterflies and unicorns dancing you down the street. But it's not like that.
Paris is like any other big city-- there are too many people, dirty streets, crowded public transportation and sketch balls.
It doesn't make the daily three hour commute to work any more special, the blistering cold wind any easier to tolirate, four room mates in a two bedroom apartment a picnic in July or the creep who stole your phone or touched himself while looking at you on the metro your best friend.
Paris is...well...just Paris.
And don't get me wrong, it does have many positives to it: the history, culture, food, language and much more. But that doesn't mean everyday I've spent here has been a royal ball with glass slipper and all. It has been a huge learning experience into what I want out of life and where I want to be. It has been a challenge, not a vacation.
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