April 21, 2008

From New York to Paris

I’m writing this somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, on my way to Paris. Finally getting ready to live up to the name of this blog and start expat life all over again.

I left Los Angeles on the 16th of April and landed in New York around 10 at night. Starting that very first night, I didn’t go to sleep before 4am the entire time I was there. Just too many people to see, too much fun to be had, and since I don’t have a job... there was plenty of time to enjoy it all. I stopped by my old job (I worked in television post-production for a little over a year) to see the folks that I used to spend 50+ hours a week with, and armed with advice, I headed to B&H to spent close to $1000 on an HDV camcorder and accessories. All that money I made at the accounting office sure is getting spent quickly.

So I mostly just ran a lot of errands, did some last-minute shopping, and enjoyed the hell out of the first real spring week in New York. Of course, four days is not nearly long enough, and I found myself wishing I had an extra week. I am incredibly blessed with the best friends in the world – the type that wouldn’t let me pay for anything ("it’s your last day here, it’s on me!"), that will stay out until 4am to catch up over drinks (even with work the next day), and will always have a place for me to stay and encouraging words. I also have an amazing family that is behind me 100% and will all go way out of their way to help me out. So right now, it’s really hard to leave all that behind. I still have friends that have known me since I was a little kid, and hanging out with them – and not having to explain anything, because they know me so well – well, I just really hate thinking of being away from that.

But. I also really love thinking about seeing my friends in Paris and Amsterdam. We may not have the same history, but the friendships I do have with people in Europe are pretty amazing. When I told my friend Lada that I would take a taxi to her apartment in Paris from the airport at such-and-such time, her immediate response was "are you insane? Do you think I won’t be there at the airport to meet you?" My other friends in cities all over Europe have been just as encouraging, supportive, and wonderful as the friends I have in the states.

When I arrive in Amsterdam on Wednesday night, my friend (and future roommate) won’t be around – we actually won’t see each other until we meet up in Barcelona on the 28th! So I will really be on my own, and I have to admit, I think that’s kind of exciting. I’ll have to go out and figure out where to buy groceries without someone pointing me in the right direction, and even though that doesn’t sound like a big deal, it’s those types of little things that will be small victories in those first few weeks. Now, if I can get my suitcase up the stairs of her apartment by myself, that will be a way more impressive victory...

But before all that, I have two and a half days to just relax and enjoy Paris. I don’t imagine I will have too much difficultly with that.

7 comments:

holly said...

one more step in your incredible journey. there will be so many twists and turns but you will look back and discover that at every point along the way you were right where you were supposed to be all along!

see you soon!! and good luck with the dutch stairs. i think those are what i fear the most!

Another American Expat said...

Thanks Holly, I'm really looking forward to meeting you!

Toby Sterling said...

Welkom in Amsterdam!

(and just in time for Queen's Day, too...)

Another American Expat said...

Toby - I know, right? except I'm ditching queens day for a holiday in Spain! maybe next year....

N. said...

I've followed your blog for a while and I am so excited for you. I'm also planning my escape to Europe, so your journey is quite inspirational.

Wow! Good luck!

Another American Expat said...

Hey N., thanks! shoot me an email if you want to talk or have any questions. so far.... everything is great.

N. said...

Thanks so much. Keeping my fingers crossed for you and that job...