Kris and Jo go to Paris

Airing my laundry

When I first moved to Paris, I thought not having a dryer would kill me.  I hated the thought of putting on crispy blue jeans and cardboard t-shirts.  In the end, it took no time at all to become habituated to crunchy clothing.  I even kinda like the fact that I no longer have to do floor squats before I can zip up my pants.  Furthermore, the fact that my jeans no longer shrink in the dryer, gives me a wonderfully false feeling of weight loss.  Look honey! I can eat all the chocolate I want and my Levis are still baggy in the butt!

Chez moi

I haven’t posted in a while. I told myself I was just too busy writing my thesis to stop and update my blog every day, but actually, I just couldn’t bring myself to write anything.  This is a journal about my adventure in Paris, and my adventure will soon be coming to and end.

I haven’t wanted to admit to myself that I will be heading back to the United States, because the thought of leaving France simply breaks my heart.