On a Train to Paris

Am on the Eurostar to Paris for a few days at Roland Garros. I was able to buy grounds tickets online for a few days and I hope that’s actually what I bought because the purchase and confirmation happened entirely in French!

I have just reviewed my journal entries for the month of May and I can’t believe I am at this point. I was too embarrassed to post it all on here but I wavered between depression, frustration, anger, and hopelessness. Buying the plane ticket turned out to be a wise move because if I hadn’t had it in hand, I might have given up on my desire to get to this tournament.

None of my grand plans came to fruition. I had hoped to find an apt exchange in Paris, even posted some pics of my place and engaged a few people but it all came to nothing. I thought it might be fun to have a few friends join me on the trip but none of my friends could get away or wanted to take the trip. Instead of being flush with cash from my consulting and reading gig, I’ve had to carry my work with me and keep earning on the road. But with my sister’s help (she’ll cash & deposit checks), I’ll just have to work and play at the same time. Not a bad compromise!

Luckily, I was able to reach out to a friend who lives in London and she offered me a place to crash last night and possibly on my return to the city. But in Paris, I’m had to spring for a nice hotel.

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