Oh Paris. Where are you?

 

I need Paris right now. I have been an expat to the fullest this week.

Anti- anything American. The food, the clothes, the culture. The food.
Did I mention American food?

I need France.

I need to be around people who don’t make fun of my husband’s skinny pants and scarves.

I need people who don’t look at me weird when I want to throw the nasty Cheddar’s food back at the waiter.

I need to live in a place where family values trump the corporate dollar. A place where you don’t have to be an A-student to be happy. A place where I am valued more for my cooking skills than being a member of a club with Greek letters.

A place where I can stroll with a piece of bread in my hand and no-one will care.

I just need a good ‘ole dose of Paris.