Momma I made it!

Salut mes amis!

11 hours and a few mishaps later, I made it!

The plane was crowded and sleep was fleeting, but I watched 27 Dresses by reading the subtitles and listened to all 20 minutes of the Misty Mountains song from the Hobbit.

Customs was a breeze and I met the CEA representative at the exit. 2 Hours later I was standing outside one of three hundred identical wooden doors in the apartment building that was written on my instruction booklet. I took a deep breath and flipped my keys between my fingers, ready to take my first step into the next month of my life. Then the key didn't fit. I checked the instruction booklet, I was on the right floor. I tried the other two keys, no match. After ten minutes of walking in circles and twisting the keys until my fingers screamed, I called CEA. I was passed off from person to person, each trying to help me but running out of ideas after "Did you put the key in and turn?" 30 minutes later, the key was still jiggling loosely in the lock, when the door opens. I didn't even have time to celebrate my victory, because the door opened from the inside. A pretty blonde woman gazed confusedly at me, muttering a quizzical "Bonjour?"

"Bonjour!"

I wish I was a baguette.

I wish I was a stale baguette sitting on her doormat. Covered in bees.

That would be less suspicious and easier to deal with than a clearly American girl trying to break into her apartment.

I explained my dilemma, and she helpfully and cheerfully informed me that there was another side of the building that may match my search. I thanked her about 1200 times. And finally, an hour after stepping foot in the apartment building, I felt the key turn in the lock.

Now I am waiting for my roommates to arrive, unpacking my things into drawers and cabinets, and forcing myself to stop staring wistfully out my window like the cover of a bad romance novel. There is literally just a tailor shop on the street outside my room, and yet I have been staring at it like it was Sebastian Stan himself. AHHHHHH PARIS!! This has become incoherent. I need to stop and go eat something... probably bread. Ok byeeeeeeeeee. I promise tomorrow's update will be more insightful and less covered in bees.

À bientôt!

P.S. I ate an eclair on the car ride into Paris and if that isn't the dream I don't know what is.