Phase 5

I have to include this one.  I'm sorry.  It's just too good not to be shared.

One thing I really appreciate about Sanne is that she is totally cool with handling directions.  She's great with a map and has an impeccable sense of direction (unlike someone we know).  Paris was undoubtably made all the more enjoyable because of her ability to navigate us easily around the city.  She'll read this eventually, so hey Sanne, this is me saying thank you!

Falling

I'm in one of those moods.  One of those moods where you just want to cry, just to get it out, to get it over and done with.  But your body won't let you.  The tear ducts are empty.  Not because you have nothing more to expel, but that you haven't been worked up enough.  It hasn't hit you.


It hasn't hit me because I am still here.  I am still in London, still in my room with all of my things around me.  All of my things very much not packed.  Things that need to be packed before 11am on Tuesday.

A Ladurée, au Jardin des Tuileries, à l'exterior du Louvre

You are still looking at the first day.

This was the moment when Sanne got water spray all over her new lens.
Champs-Élysées, Paris, France

Phase 1

Welcome to my office.  My office being a communal table at Apostrophe St. Paul's.  Today I am officially free.  Free of university stress until January.  And I can just enjoy my last couple days in London and do whatever I damn well please without a deadline hanging over my head.  It is wonderful.

Also get ready.  Get ready for the backlog of photos that have been waiting patiently until I had the head space to organize them and get them on this blog.  You are about to be bombarded with Paris.  Eight posts of Paris.

Our first day, rising out of the metro on an escalator.

Rewind.

Context

I'm here to give a little background on this video.

Back before I left for London, I came up with this idea to hide letters all over Europe.  The letters would be written to specific people in my life, saying things that I felt I could not say to them personally.  Nice, mean, accusatory, praise, PROFESSIONS OF LOVE--what have you.  Letters of honesty.  But I wanted someone to know besides me.  So I'd write these very personal letters and place them randomly in hopes some stranger would pick it up and read it.  And keep it.  And wonder who I am.  And whom I'm talking about.

I only wrote one letter.  To someone I had been wanting to write to for a while.  My concept for the video was to have words that reflected my past and images last displayed my now.  There is much more in the letter (complete sentences even!) than I let in the video.  And when I was reading it out loud for the voiceover, so much of what I had written just felt no longer relevant.  It described a me from six months ago maybe, and there was this sense of relief at how much I had moved on from some of this "hurt."  Which is yay for me.  Moving on, letting go is good.  It's so nice when you can experience that right in front of you.
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