Since the last time I wrote, many things have happened in my life. I turned 30 for one. A good friend died somewhat mysteriously at the age of 38. And, my grandfather died at the age of....I really have no idea....but, he was ready and waiting to go. You know how they say that bad things happen in threes........well, do you think turning 30 counts???
Actually, the turning 30 thing has not really been that big of a deal. Well, not until a guy who has asked me on a date asks me how old I am and his jaw drops when I tell him. Should I be flattered or a little put off??? I am blessed with genes that help me retain my youthful look, but when do the grey hairs start to come in and when do the lines begin to appear around the eyes? As my birthday approached, I asked the typical questions of myself; have I accomplished what I was supposed to, am I happy where my life is, when will I meet the ONE, is trying to launch a jewelry business and live in Paris what and where I am supposed to be??? You know, the typical "oh my gosh, I am turning 30!" questions.
I planned a huge vacation with good friends so that I would have something other than the hump to look forward to. We all met on Providenciales in the Turks and Caicos islands in the Caribbean. It was a week of great friends, crazy adventures, and relaxation at our villa (or, compound as we began calling it because it was so easy to never leave). I really appreciate the good friends who helped make my birthday really special.
But, what are you supposed to feel like when you are 30? Although I have experienced many things, my train of thought is different, and I like to think I act more like an adult; most days I still feel like I am 18 years old. Isn't it really about how old you feel rather than how old you are?
My friend who passed away unexpectedly was someone I met when I was 18 years old, living in Seattle. He and I worked at the Gap together and became fast friends. Through the years we kept in touch after he moved to San Francisco and I moved to Paris. The last time I saw him was a year and a half ago when we met up in Amsterdam for a weekend as he found a cheap ticket and just wanted to get out of San Fran for a few days. I am really going to miss him and am seriously disappointed that the last time we really talked was in Amsterdam.
This 30th birthday thing and having a good friend pass away have really made me start thinking about how important my friends are to me. They listen to me, love me, tell me when I am being stupid or high maintenance, cry for me, laugh with me, call me, hug me, take me to concerts, take photos of me, write for me, tell me I am beautiful, and just provide lots of love and support. You know, I think I am pretty lucky. I have really good friends in Paris, London, Seattle, LA, and many other places I have never even lived.
The last few months in Paris have been very interesting. I am finally here for more than a few days at a time. My friendships with people here have been growing, and I finally feel like I can just call some of them last minute and ask them to hang out. I also started a book club a few months ago and now reguarly (well, every 2 months) meet with friends who almost enjoy reading as much as me.
I am really excited about my jewelry business. However, this one woman show thing can be pretty overwhelming. I feel like all I ever do is think about my business.......I have a hard time sleeping at night because there is so much to do. There are many moments when it feels impossible to accomplish and I am being ridiculously naive to think I can be successful with it. But, I am making progress....slowly, but surely. My website is almost done (I feel like I have been saying that for two years now, but it really is this time), a good friend is designing post cards for me, I am making lots of jewelry, I am trying to get an exhibit together, and I will be visiting boutiques shortly. Encouraging words from friends help keep the confidence levels up, so keep them coming.
Last week I went to the south of France to do my familial duty and visit my cousin in Bordeaux, then drag him and his girlfriend (so they could help buffer) to visit my aunt and uncle who live near Toulon. It was a wonderful, yet exhausting few days of Tahitians (there is this entire Tahitian student community in Bordeaux), beach (we spent an afternoon and evening at LaCanau beach which is on the western coast of France), long train rides, and the quiet and boredom of Gareoult in Provence. I have included a few photos.
Last night I ran around Paris with this guy I met who is trying to do this underground tourist website thing. Anyway, we followed the group called Friday Night Fever.....a group of anywhere between 5000 and 10,000 rollerbladers who rollerblade a designated route through Paris every Friday night. The city makes sure they are supplied with pace cars, rollercops (cops on rollerblades....I love it), and ambulances. So, last night he filmed them leaving their meet up point at Montparnasse, then we rushed over to the Eiffel tower to catch them while they went past. We rushed there only to wait for an hour+ before they arrived. I guess they don't go as fast as we thought. But, I was smart enough to bring my camera along......something I rarely do in Paris......so I now have some pretty good photos of the Eiffel tower. I have decided to take up rollerblading, although I may need to practice a bit before I am cool (and experienced) enough to join this group. I don't think there is anywhere else in the world where they love rollerblading as much.
My grandfather dying was not especially difficult for the family because we know he is much happier now. We all love him and will miss him. However him dying makes me feel so much older. That, plus the turning 30 thing. Oh, and my dad called me a spinster!!! I didn't think that was very nice.
I hope you are happy and well and please tell me how you are.
Love,
Kareen