So on this return to cold, spring evening, I'm sitting alone listening to a neat little mix of Mumford and Sons and Edith Piaf and my imagination just starts running wild.
I wish it were easy to just pack up and move to Paris. Live a troubadour life. Live in music, live in art and just exist in romantic evenings filled with wondrous music and wine. I know that in my head I'm picturing Jazz age Paris which I'm sure is nothing like the modern. But I know the bright city has its own wonders to offer someone like myself in this day and age.
I would love to say this was possible, I've done it before in Ireland but I took the responsible route, got a college degree that makes me pay ridiculous amounts every month that make it mostly impossible to live like a true gypsy anymore.
Lottery anyone? Just enough to pay off the loans and live on the road. You in, babe?
I've been thinking lots lately and this blog needs and overhaul!
Before I just start writing lots of rando crappers, I'm gonna take a couple weeks off and come up with a new plan. I'll let you know what I come up with then but I'm not diggin how things look right now. Not very me...lets change it up!
