I'll get back to the Olympic recap in a day or two, I promise. I just have to stop for a second and breathe.
Tomorrow I'm leaving for Paris.
It felt, for some time, like tomorrow would never be ... tomorrow.
And now it's here.
Oh, and I can't wait to land in Paris. I love that final descent into a new city - looking down, seeing a whole new, unexplored place. I will never forget the first time I landed at LaGuardia, I knew I was in love.
What will this descent be like? Will I like Paris as much as I love New York? Will I be laughed out of the city for not speaking even a hint of French?
The excitement, the wonder, the, well, the everything. I have heard so much about this city, from so many different people. Will the city live up to they hype?
We shall see.
My bags are packed. The outfits have all been carefully selected, with consideration given to form over function. Fuck function - I want fabulous.
I might not sleep tonight. I'm totally ok with it. I'll sleep on the plane. This feeling is too rare to be wasted sleeping.