Day 1.
My flight landed at 9 am and I am finally where I need to be at 2:15. I’m not even really sure how I got here besides a miracle or some sort of otherly being. I’ve been totting along 2 suitcases and a “weekend bag” which you may recall, I broke yesterday. You can imagine that I may have some bit of a handicap so I was more than an hour late to where I was supposed to meet Pedro, and my phone doesn’t work so I sat down outside the train and honesty wanted I cry because my hands were so callused and I had no clue where the heck I was going. But, I got up and somehow ran in to two extremely friendly police women who helped me find wifi, which got me to the text from Pedro with where I should go.
I’m thankful, and tired.

Avec l’amour




Here marks the day that I make my trek to Paris to gain the ranks of thousands of over zealous college students as a “study abroad” kid.

As my head is literally in the clouds I can’t help but hone in on how I got here; I can assure you that it has been quite the journey. 4 score and 9 years ago I started taking French at Ursuline Academy where my only real recollection is of a story I made up about a cat and dog that had a bébé. I continued on to study at the University of South Carolina (go cocks!) for international business…But figured out…. After two years…. That accounting/finance/whatever you business majors do ( ❤ ) isn't my ish! So, as any self respecting 20 year old would do- I transferred to DAAP to do interior design. Still trying to figure that switch out myself but hey, it works.

So as it were, I'm en route the city of lights where I will be an exchange student at this dubious place
I’ll be there until I seduce at least one professor— or until January 30th for school. The plan is to trick someone there to hire me for the next semester of co-op, but who knows what’s ahead of me… One thing I can promise is that it’s going to be messy and hot. Just like me on leg one of my journey when my carry-on broke all its straps and I had to pretend I was creative (!) and use some belts to re-do it…. Paris chic y’all.

Follow me on my journey, paix et amour!



A good friend of mine recently left the queen city to go to school on a vineyard.  He has a blog that I don’t think is that funny but I laugh at to humor him and hopefully get free concert tickets out of it occasionally…


He actually is really funny, but maybe too smart for my blonde brain. Check it out here—>–>->>—->> http://blogdontlie.blogspot.com/

Anyway, I am taking from his book and leaving for a less glamorous place across the pond in a little less than a month.  He thought it was necessary to make a bucket list of all the things you can only do in the Queen City, for instance, I know where I am headed I don’t need two hands to count all the places I need to get hot dogs.


(-) chicken + waffles at taste of belgium.

(-) see Jay Lame sing karaoke

(-) party at Jordan Keller’s brand spanking new apartment in the beer district

(-) pedal wagon

(-) swim in a pool of skyline cheese

(-) splash through Washington Park. This is serious, please contact me if you are willing to partake.

(-) finish Atlas Shrugged for it will not fit in my already overcrowded Samsonite

(-) Eli’s and have one truly effin’ American meal

If you feel the need to be reminded of what I look like before I venture afar with a one way ticket, you’ll find me at one of these fine places.

Zobacz nigdy


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