7 Days in Paris

7 days in paris

Getting on a plane never felt better. Yes, I am part of a small population that thoroughly enjoys the entire airport experience. I mean, I think one day I could appreciate it even more deeply when I'm able to score a lay-down bed in first (...maybe economy) class, but until then: 

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: nothing makes me feel more alive than getting on a plane. 

Maybe it's something about being so close to danger as I fly thousands of feet in the air with hundreds of other people and literal tons of luggage in a ginormous (did you know that's just gigantic and enormous combined? I digress) heap of metal that somehow defies what my mind narrowly understands about physics...maybe that's what makes me feel so alive on a plane.

Or maybe it's because I know it's taking me to somewhere away from the regular routine of home. I am a routine LOVER through and through, but every time I've disrupted it with a trip to somewhere I've never been or love visiting, I return to that routine with renewed vision, purpose and perspective. 

Whatever it is, I love it, and thought I don't know if it will last forever (queue kIDs and MArRiaGe), but I am SO enjoying it right now. 

When I arrived at LAX last week (7 hours early for my flight...my family doesn't mess with LA traffic let me tell you), I was beside-myself-excited. I love being alone, having nowhere to be, except at my gate 45 minutes before boarding. As I grow older I realize more and more my tendency to need introverted periods of isolation to function. I cannot thrive without time to recharge, reflect, and think. At the same time, I need to be thrown into situations that scare me, because this introverted side of me can easily keep me in my comfortable, quiet, predictable little bubble. 

These last 7 days in Paris have been everything I expected and more, while also being nothing like what I expected. That's just how I like it. I've eaten and walked more than I have in months, and this change of pace is exactly what I needed.

More photos coming soon!

 

Jenna Renee

It only took me nine months of working in the data analytics industry post-graduation to realize that I was destined for something greater.

It only took me nine months of working in the data analytics industry post-graduation to realize that I was destined for something greater.

 
 
 

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