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Paris Taught Me About A Lot More Than Love
I spent a summer in France, and it was a love story; one laden with an enchanted sense of curiosity and laced with subtle moments of clarity of how life is being lived more fully across the pond from the country I call home.
I’ve been casually obsessed with the Francophone culture since I was in high school. Where my intense interest sprung from, I do not know, but that didn’t stop me from adorning my room in French country chic decor and promising myself that somehow, some way, I would one day live in France.
Well, that dream began to unfold when I met a Frenchman while living in South Korea. We soon fell in love, and the Korean Peninsula became our playground: eating our way through bibimbap restaurants and exploring the bustling fish markets of Busan.
But as soon as it began, my boyfriend had to leave to go back home. He took up an internship in the capital city of France and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: spend a summer with him in Paris.
Those three months were ones for the books. I felt the magic that was so often described in stories about the city of lights. But I quickly realized that while Paris taught me adoration, not only for my lover and for the beauty of a city built with such architectural grandiose, but also a lot about life in general.
