[paris, 2009]
Sometimes I think it would be nice to have long hair again.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to still live in Paris.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to not spend my entire paycheck on rent and groceries.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to have intelligent professors.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to not work in a cupcakery, surrounded by temptation and patrons who all ask the same questions. Over and over and over again.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to make friends easily.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to not have to depend on undependable public transportation.
But then, I think, I'm in a good place right now. I'm doing something different. I'm doing something for me. And that's nice too.
So it might be challenging and frustrating and ridiculous at times, but that's life, isn't it?