March 15th marked the first month anniversary of my arrival in Paris. The whole time, I had it at the back of my mind to write a post about the experience because everything was so new and intense – from the shattering feelings of uprootedness of the first days through all the baby steps of finding my way around to when I woke up from my self-induced social winter sleep and met twenty new people at four or five events within a single week. Whichever week I’d write this post, it would take on a different coat, tracking my mood that kept changing, so take it with a grain of salt. What I write today, I would phrase differently tomorrow.
