Already a week has passed! I’m only now realizing how short one month actually is. With that said, I’ve been to so many places it’s almost embarrassing, but as someone who can never resist anything from a little sweet treat to a Caudalie serum, I’ve been thoroughly taking advantage of all the French things. This is, of course, including French men. I’ve only been on 3 dates with 2 people so far, but I’m starting to see the fun in it. Late dinners will take some getting used to, but it’s fun to participate in a casual drink after work or climbing. Underneath the slow routine and glasses of wine, though, there’s the charming accent and undercurrent of romance, which I’ve already fallen victim to. I like to say it's strictly for research and plot-thickening purposes. My very first date, which happened on day 5, leaned into the nighttime stroll trope. Everything felt very movie-esque, and we had a romantic kiss in the streets. It was quite reminiscent of the scene from the Devil Wears Prada when Andy kisses Christian Thompson in Paris, if I do say so myself. But I have to try and forget the fact that I HATE Christian Thompson’s face and character. As I close this first mini chapter of my time here, I have a few goals in mind for the next ones to come. Most importantly, keep meeting people and making connections. I joined a climbing gym called Climbing District, which has a few locations around and slightly outside the city. They all seem to have separate dedicated spaces for work/play, plus WiFi, so it was a great find and worth the price, for sure. The closest location to my apartment, in Bastille, was bright, comfortable, and vibey. Other goals include figuring out what I want to do long-term, temporarily but sincerely fall in love, etc. You know, the usual. But seriously, if anyone has any advice for those of us going through our quarter life crises, drop it in the “Guest Book” notes or something!