I Learned That I Didn’t Actually Want to Move to Paris

I just wanted a fresh start

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Years ago, my goal was to move to Paris and write full-time. I know, I know, how simply cliché of me. I would start out writing in cafés and in my humble apartment, then would branch out to the then-new freelancing world. I had just received an inheritance that would make this dream of mine possible and I had a huge decision to make: would I buy a house and put down roots in my home-town or just go for it and live abroad, spending every last dime to my name?

Those who are influencers and travel bloggers would be rolling their eyes that I even had think about it, obviously the correct choice was to move abroad and live life to the fullest. I wasn’t so sure, though. Moving, permanently or semi-permanently is a big decision and one that shouldn’t be taken lightly, especially when you would be dropping tens of thousands of dollars with no real paycheque in sight.

Still, I was adamant to at least look into the minor details. I looked into apartment rentals, flights (one night I almost booked a flight last minute so as not to chicken out) and how to go about working in a foreign country. I, of course, didn’t go further to actually obtain any working visa or figure anything out. I just thought of how romantic it would be to up and move to Paris, nevermind…