Friday night Dad escorted me to Julie’s apartment via le metro. The plan was to meet around seven and then go out to dinner and catch up. When we arrived at Greenwich Village, I was a little surprised. I said to Dad, “I thought it was going to be a mall or something, you know, like University Village.” He just laughed and guided me westward toward my rendezvous point.
Julie buzzed me up and Dad went in search of some New York pizza and he told me later that he walked all the way back to our hotel. Quelle surprise.
It was so great to see my friends after nearly four and a half years. In Paris they had become my sisters and now I was the same age as they were when we lived sur boulevard St. Michel. We talked about how our lives had changed and had fun retelling old stories and making new ones.
That night we went to a great restaurant called the Bluewater Grill and got lucky with their affordable fixed menu due to New York’s restaurant week.
I remember thinking in Paris that one day I would be as glamorous and chic as my Parisian friends. Looking at them now I can only think the same thing. Julie has an amazing job in New York working in fashion and Paige is attending the CIA to become a great chef. Being with them that night I remember how inspired I was when we met in Paris and it felt great that those feelings never went away. I feel lucky to have friends who make me keep working hard for what I want and live life to its fullest.
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