Wednesday, 3 February 2016


Within two hours of arriving in Paris my love for the city grew. I had never previously understood why people became obsessed with travelling, as I'm definitely a home girl, but by putting myself outside of my comfort zone and travelling alone, it soon became clear why people long to see new places. 

Paris is known as the city of love, and as we're entering the romantic period of the year, I was a little apprehensive as to whether I really wanted to spend 4 days around loved up couples - but I couldn't of wished for more. 

I recently made the conscious decision to stay single, after months of heartbreak, and God damn disastrous first dates (inevitably not leading to second dates) - I was ready to take a break. I looked at myself and my relationship patterns for the past year, and without regret, I realised that I'd never been with someone and completely satisfied myself. Without sounding selfish, I wasn't gaining a lot from being with that person. I had a tendency to do everything on their terms, catering for them and their needs, giving them too much, getting into something too intense - which I didn't feel comfortable in, and within a matter of weeks it would all come to a car crash end. Resulting in me crying my eyes out until stupid o'clock at night, and him not being able to care less even if he tried. It was an endless cycle, and a lesson I needed to learn myself before I could move forward.

So I decided to step down, I turned my taxi light off, made myself extremely unavailable, it was time to do things on my terms. It's questionable whether I needed a trip to Paris in order to realise this, but this year I'm all for testing myself, knowing my limits, finding my likes and dislikes. Turns out, I do like travelling alone, and eating alone isn't as scary as I once thought it would be. But if I've learnt anything, it's taught me that romance is still alive, and love does exist. I fell in love with the city, the food, the culture, and I'm sure one day, in my own time, when I'm ready, I'll fall in love with someone else again. 

With love...




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