For the record, everything I have done in the last four years has been happenstance.
When I go back home, sometimes people ask me questions like, “So are you still interested in getting in the fashion industry?” and I get totally confused… when have I ever been interested in fashion???
Then, I remember. Back in high school I wore pink every single day and had a rather aggressive plan in place on how to become the next Vogue editor and live a Carrie Bradshaw life on the streets of New York.
I did get accepted to NYU, which was admittedly part of the #lifeplan. The added caveat in my acceptance letter that said I was going to spend my first year in Paris was definitely not.
It was probably the day I saw the word “Paris” written on the acceptance email that I developed a more “go with the flow” attitude towards things. I still remember the exhilaration, confusion, and final shrug of “ok, cool,” I went through before accepting. (You just don’t turn a year in Paris down, right? If anyone needs life advice about whether or not they should go to Paris, call me up and I will tell you what to do, which is to say yes.)
Going to Paris before going to New York had an interesting affect on me, and if you interviewed a few of my fellow Paris buddies, they might say something similar.
I used to think that NYU was like my ticket to New York. Go to school there, get a job there, stay there and conquer it. Now, I’ve realized (and this may sound dumb, but I did have to actually come to a realization) that a city is literally just a location. A group of buildings, people, cars.
Sure, cities have individuality, but the idea that New York is somehow one of the best is flawed. And it shows how little I knew about myself back then, that I thought I would be able to stay in one place for more than a few years at a time.
This long-winded jumble of thoughts is to say that, I’m going back to France next year.
It feels good to say. Nicely circular.
I’m going to be teaching English in Caen (a port town in Normandy). While I have very little experience teaching, I thought I would regret passing up the opportunity. I want to use the year to strengthen my own French skills, relax a bit (New York is stressful, ok?), think, decide what’s next.
I have a feeling I will come back to New York. I especially fell in love with my neighborhood in Queens this year, and would like to spend more time there.
But for now, I need a bit of an adventure to keep me on my toes.