You can take a girl out of California but you can’t take the California out of a girl? Oui, c’est cliché. I don’t exactly feel like some displaced American in France (and I do love cheese!) but I’m quite charmed by the comfort of an American life these days. I spent my teens lusting after Europe, and as a French resident for what has creeped up onto four years already, I must confess I wonder if I’ve just been after it’s looks all these years. Either way I am committed to couples therapy for Paris and I this Fall (no really I am actually working to get the spark back) but in the meantime I’m enjoying my American affair. Los Angeles is his name and he wakes me up every morning with a tequila sunrise and at night he’s bright as a firework. Throw me on the back of a motorcycle and take me out to the ballgame or drive off into the sunset. As long we’re together I could live like this forever…
