I have not lived up to my promise of wanting to blog on a regular basis about my journey to live in Paris. Since November 1, my life has been turned upside down. Leaving Manhattan abruptly to venture back to my childhood home to help my mother sell our family abode was frankly both necessary and unsettling. It was not an easy time at all, and we managed to get through it. Our house went under contract just ONE week after our open house, and in this economy-- that's amazing!
Living transitionally in a beautiful place which holds bittersweet memories has had its challenges, but I know this was a smart move financially before The Big Move! I am rooming with my mother after 12 years of living alone and after being divorced back in '96. We do get along like two peas in a pod, but at the same time, everyone needs space. Sometimes we bicker. Fortunately, a beautiful apartment owned by dear friends opened up like a miracle at the right moment. It's times like these that make me appreciate the meaning of "letting go."
One thing I realize is that when I get very close to something deeply important to me, an old voice from the past kicks in and says, "Oh, but you can't have what you want." After more than a quarter of a decade of self-introspection, I know why that voice lurks like a shadow at pivotal times. But I've been nurturing my dream to move to Paris since I was 15 years old, and I am determined to face every necessary piece of paperwork square in the face and get exactly what I want and even more! Not only do I see myself living in Paris, but also I see myself meeting a wonderful man. I see it, I believe it, and I am embracing it. I am declaring it to the Universe!
I am a firm believer in the Law of Attraction, and so I only choose to bring into my life that which will provide me with the happiness I deserve at 46.
And so, once again, I shall endeavor to blog on a regular basis-- as this outlet is also part of my path to claim Paris as my permanent home.
