Seeking, striving, dreaming. ✨ NYU Tisch 🎓
There are many things they don't tell you about Paris. No one will tell you that not every place is clean and uncluttered, like it is in the movies. You will discover that Paris is not washed in a permanent golden glow the way you envisioned it, that music does not wander out of every restaurant into the street, the way you knew it would, that your American-ness will leave an unwelcome trail behind and before you, that the French girls will make fun of your clothes and your accent, that poverty that you cannot change alone exists in a way far too much like New York City, on the street and in the corner that you thought would be vacant. You will be dismayed by all of these things. You will consider, as you eat your 23 euro baguette with your mother, that, wonderful as it all was, that perhaps you had been kindly, gently lied to. But at 10pm one night, you will cross the Seine. The air will be cold. The moon will be high. It will be light outside, even though it should be dark. You will see the boats lazily swimming across the river, the lovers holding hands on the bridge. And all of a sudden the tower will sparkle. No one will tell you that the tower will sparkle. And you will grab your heart, and you will cry, and you will stand holding your bags in your hand, and the chocolate you were going to eat will melt deep into your skin, making mudslides between your fingers, and you will realize, all at once, that everything they have told you is true - that Paris is the most romantic, beautiful place in the world, the most wonderful, the most magical, the most perfect place, a place that makes lovers out of strangers, and famous poets out of ordinary people. And your life will suddenly be divided into two parts - before and after seeing it. The tower that sparkles like starlight. The most beautiful thing you have ever seen. And every other person on the bridge will turn their heads and their mouths will fall agape and everything will pause. All that will move are the birds. The birds will fly. Before and after you see the tower sparkle. There was no lie-there was always the tower. My god. I will never be the same.