Sick of croissants

This blog was written over the course of a very long day.

Three months, and I’m ready to leave Paris. I passed by a bakery today, and was somewhat nauseated by the thought of yet another chocolate croissant for breakfast, hungry as I was.

I’m sick of dressing decently for interviews, dog poop on the street, expensive Parmesan cheese, the Parisian cold, sandwiches on a baguette, long paper, using the metro as my office, people being distant, fries with mayonnaise…

I want to wear sweatpants to dinner, dammit.

Ok, I’m just tired. I will probably miss fresh bread, my friends here, my high school students, my teachers, running around every day, cooking for myself, being surrounded by amazing restos.

So I’ll come back and again, and realize that I still can’t take more than 3 months here.