I had dinner at Sushi Wabi last night with a friend who is moving to Paris for nine months. PARIS! I LOVE Paris.
She and her boyfriend are just picking up and moving there so that he can finish a writing project, and she’s going to spend her days reading and walking her dogs. Although she can’t get into the Parisian habit of not picking up the dog shit. They don’t seem to think it’s necessary in Paris.
I told her that I will be visiting, but not until the Spring, when it’s truly beautiful there. Maybe I should relocate for a year to a foreign country and spend my days writing. But, see, there’s this ilttle thing called money. Sucks, doesn’t it?
