A year and a half ago, I saw this movie:
A year, 5 months, and 23 hours ago, I attained the following songs:
(for the record, I have very little insight into what these songs are actually saying, beyond “the world through rose-colored glasses.”)
A year and three months ago, I found myself here:
And consequentially, here:
And that sequence of events is as surreal to me now as it was to me then. Me, tromping through Paris graveyards in search of Edith Piaf, who I had seen portrayed by Marion Cotillard months earlier. Me, watching the Eiffel Tower light up from the damp grass of the green stretching in front of it. And now me, sitting in a house in Morris, Minnesota, getting ready for dinner with friends that will likely not consist of baguettes and French onion soup, but pizza and burgers. I wonder where I’ll be if you give me another year?