After a whole day of travelling we had finally made it. We were in PARIS!! It felt so surreal. From the second we landed he took charge, he knew exactly what to do (well to me anyway, inside he was probably packing shit having no clue where to go or what to say) I felt so safe.
We made it to our hotel, and well, it was a shithole. The smallest room I had ever seen, and we had to share a bathroom with everyone else on the floor. Not to mention we had to lug our 20kg bags up five flights of stairs! As soon as we dumped our bags, I burst into tears and told him I wanted to go back home. He hugged me so tight and said everything will be ok, he promised.
I think I had just pictured everything so differently, which over time I have taught myself not to do. We slept for a bit then freshened up, got our things and went for a walk. I still remember so clearly the place that we stopped off at for our first beer in Paris. It was a tiny little pub on the corner, it was still quite cold and I couldn’t stop looking around I was kind of speechless, I still couldn’t believe I was here. We just sat in each others company, nothing had to be said. We people watched for hours on end. I WAS IN PARIS!!!
On May 25th was our 7 year anniversary and we got to spend it in PARIS. I woke up to breakfast in bed, of course that meant having a croissant or two, and he bought me flowers! It was magical. We decided to do a little more sight seeing, and at night we would go and see the Eiffel Tower. I couldn’t wait, I had my camera in hand ready to snap away.
On arrival, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was standing right under it. It was huge. We were being a little romantic, as you do when your in Paris, strolling around holding hands. This was one of my favourite days in Europe. Of course, the thought popped into my head, “imagine if he got down on one knee” quite excited! But what a cliche. Yuk! I didn’t want it to happen then and there.
I thought my life couldn’t get any better. I was happy. I was content. I was in a fairy tale. I loved him more than I ever knew how. I couldn’t wait to continue travelling, exploring, sight seeing. I felt like I let go of anything that was holding me back, and I wanted to make this the greatest experience of my life.
I think for me, I wanted this experience to not change my personality, but change my habits, my way of thinking, my state of mind. I wanted to open up about society and the different ways of life. I wanted to be able to accept people for who they are and what they believe in. Not that I didn’t before hand, but I reallllllly wanted to be more open minded. I thought it would also strengthen our relationship.
After all, were were travelling on our Seven Year Itch…