It is my second day in this mysterious city. I already feel that I can call this city my home. I am no visitor. The city of Paris has taken me in.
The moment I arrived to my wonderful, unusually large apartment… the lock didn’t open. My gracious director, Gabriel, decided the best idea was to jam a screwdriver into the openings, stand on a suitcase, and slam into the beautiful red door until it would open. Forty-five minutes later, my roommate Hillary and I were able to finally get settled into our very first Parisian apartment. The spirit in the air was nothing short of magical. The radiant red door opened to a sunlit living room with windows that opened to a iron gate looking out to le rue de la convention. The kitchen to our left was supplied with small appliances and visions of fabulous meals to be made. Further past the kitchen, we walked into two large bedrooms and a bathroom. Needless to say, with all this space, my three roommates, Hillary, Jess, and Weslee, and I were extremely fortunate.