I am afraid that I'll forget Paris. It's a ridiculous thought because I'm in Paris, I've barely gotten to know the city yet, and I have months to go before I even deal with the headache that is packing to leave. But... I've been thinking that I might forget Paris. Or more accurately, my fear is that I'll forget all these moments and emotions that I've been going through here.

For example. Haha. The shock I felt when I used Google Translate and found out that we had bought rabbit meat for dinner. Or the secret conversion to rabbit meat as a chewier version of chicken that I just underwent. Basically, small things. But things that happened to me when I was here, young, free, on exchange. The in-between moments. Perhaps I should adopt a more active photograph-taking policy.

Since I last blogged, I also had a birthday in Paris :) It was quite wonderful in a quirky kind of way. A leisurely ALL BREAD brunch at Le Pain Quotidien down the street. Nonsense admin crap. Walking from school to the Eiffel Tower along the Seine... and the Tower, exceptionally closed to mark my birthday. Haha. I guess when you grow older, birthdays become less special, less precious. But perhaps I shall treasure this one a little more, just for the fact that it was in this city. This city, so far away from the place I usually spend all my birthdays. No family, no candles, no cake even. (Tarte aux pommes and giant macaroons) But a whole lot of... something else altogether.

This tourist week has also been very shopping heavy! =\ I have bought soooooo much. But today's flea was very satisfying.

All this thinking might go away when school starts. I'll be too busy trying to pass my 6 modules I think. I am a mix of nervous and excited. I can't figure out if I am indeed leaning towards one or the other.