onedayinparis
do you ever only realize how badly you wanted something when it has become impossible?
at least she says it's impossible. because the day after we decided we would do it, we would take that impossible trip, the weekend in paris in the middle of our university term, spend too much money on three days, see those two fucking amazing exhibitions she gets a call from the international office, they never received the money she was supposed to give back to them in effing may/june.
great. by this time, the money is gone.
she has to pay it back, and that's the money for our trip.
great. by this time, the money is gone.
she has to pay it back, and that's the money for our trip.
there are the perfect cheap flights.
the perfect exhibitions.
affordable hostels.
there are the thoughts about us wandering around in paris in winter.
and they are gone.
major first world problems.
and I'm still clinging to the thought...
a weekend in paris, in november. somehow.
please?
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