Lately, I’ve been toying with the idea of moving to Paris for a few months, renting a charming little flat on some postcard-perfect cobblestoned street, and spending hours each day sipping espressos in quaint sidewalk cafes or just wandering around the city, exploring all sorts of shops and parks and restaurants.
The scary thing is this: As of August, I’ll be finished all my classes and won’t be a student anymore. Packing up my life and moving to Paris is not only suddenly feasible, it’s actually becoming a very strong contender on my list of Things To Do With My Life After Finishing University.
