Since moving to Paris, we’ve been trying to decide how to celebrate our first anniversary, which was Sunday. We watched the train sites for good deals to Bordeaux, Provence or other domestic locations. We also considered heading out of the country for a few days, because wouldn’t that be a fun way to celebrate? A few weeks ago, however, we had the sudden realization that we live in Paris. Why on earth would we look elsewhere for romance?
Standing topless in a room with someone I cannot fully communicate with is not my idea of a good time. Yet, this is exactly the situation I found myself in this afternoon.
Want to find out how much you love someone? Move to a foreign country together, one of you leave for a week, and then stop and think about just how excited you get when that person returns. What seemed small and manageable together all of a sudden feels unwieldy and fear-inducing.