A month in Paris

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It's been a week now since Max and I have broken up. He hasn't made any contact with me. I guess that should have been expected. Although I had just gotten out of a relationship, and besides the fact I'm running away from love, I decided to book a flight to the city of love itself, Paris, France. I had watched dozens of movies of girls my age running off to Paris to find their true love. It seems quite the cliché but it's worth the shot. I got out my laptop and went to California airlines. I decided to worry about the price later. This was a well-needed vacation that I deserved. I booked a flight for next week. I hadn't been on an airplane in a while. I figured I wouldn't stay there too long unless I find a reason to stay a bit longer. 

The week flew by extremely fast and before I knew it, it was time to start packing. I didn't PLAN on staying a long time, but I still ended up packing half my closet. I brought other necessities like my laptop and polaroid camera. After 4 hours of packing and running around my apartment, I was finally ready for my flight tomorrow. By then it was 8 pm. I decided to just eat out tonight. It was kind of unusual for me to go out to dinner by myself, but I managed. Everything was strange. strange without him. The waiter finally came up to my table and I order my food. After another hour of waiting, my food finally arrived. It was so worth the wait. The waiter from earlier came back with my check and winked at me. I looked down at the piece of paper that said, "on the house beautiful" with his phone number scribbled down. I didn't mind free food but there were a lot of things that were off about him. I left and once I was outside, I trashed the paper. 

I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping. It was 5 am and my flight leaves at 7. I crawled out of bed towards my bathroom and started the shower. I flipped the switch to the left, so it was as hot as possible. The hot steam filled the room almost instantly. I used my cherry-scented shampoo and washed my hair. My hair had gotten quite long. It's to my hips now. I've always wanted to cut my hair short but never had the chance. I finished up in the bathroom and got dressed. It was comfy yet cute. A simple pair of blue sweats with a white tank. I put my hair into a quick ponytail and grabbed my suitcases. My mom was supposed to drive me to the airport. It was 6:20 now and my mom just pulled up. The airport was fairly close by, so I didn't need to worry about being late. As we neared the airport my mom kept going on and on about how she'd miss me and to be careful. She also told me to call her when I get there. I agreed to stop her worrying and ranting. We were finally there. I got out of the car and grabbed my bags from the back. I thanked my mom for the ride.

I had just passed security and I was off to baggage drop-off now. I had 4 bags in total. A loudspeaker from above announced "Flight 401 to Paris may begin to board the plane. The Plane leaves at 7 so please make your way down!" I grabbed my bags along with the coffee I had bought while waiting. I walked toward flight 401. When I reached it, a pretty flight attendant complimented me. It's not like I don't like compliments, they just make me feel weird. I thanked her and made my way on. Paris here I come! My flight was supposed to be 11 hours, so I got comfortable and started to drift to sleep until I was awoken by the girl sitting next to me. She told me that they brought a meal down to the passengers while I was asleep, and she got it warmed up for me. I smiled and thanked her. It was a simple salad with strawberry and grape pieces. It was nothing short of delicious. 

It was now 4 pm. 2 hours left of my flight, and we would be in Paris. I rented a small but pretty apartment that had an amazing balcony view of the file tower. I went on my phone, scrolling through Instagram. One of my friends posted a video of her and her fiancé on a cruise. Must be nice... I zoned out a little until an announcement echoed through the isle. "Passengers of flight 401! please buckle your seatbelts because we are landing in the city of love!" I looked out the window. There it was. The beautiful city of Paris.

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chapter 2 is done ;)

we might meet Mr. hottie next chapter.