Day 37 September 21, 2008
I'm sorta tired of being a tourist. It's hard work! I know y'all are feeling sorry for me, stuck in Paris and crying about HAVING to have fun. Yes, I do take pity any way I can. That's how I've gotten myself this far in life...
But my dislike of a routine - having to be somewhere horrible (like work) at a certain time - may have been short-signted. Every day that I've been here has felt like a Saturday (especially the Sundays). I thought I'd love for my life to be just full of weekends, one after another, but the lack of a routine is starting to wear me down.
This isn't to say that I want to go back to work, good god no. I just feel like I'm in limbo. I'm almost done with being a tourist, but I haven't kidded myself into thinking that I'm living like a local either, even if I'm buying toilet paper at Franprix and riding the Metro with a monthly pass.
The Metro, by the way (to abruptly end my pity party) is one of the greatest things about Paris. I ride it everywhere because it goes everywhere. You are no more than a 10 minute walk to a metro station in any part of the city. Well, a 15 minute walk if you're Cylinda, but you get my point. It's easy to use and efficient. Why are we so backwards, Atlanta? MARTA is not smarta. That joke's never been made before!