Tonight marks nearly four months that I've been home from last stepping foot on international soil.
I'll also be linking up with an old girlfriend from Niigata, Japan. I'm looking for her face as a breath of fresh air. An old face that reminds me of a former home that I've been drowning in a sense of nostalgia thinking about. But one place has taken the forefront, even more than Japan.
Paris.
I blame my former Jet Set Zero cast member, Jean-Pierre as we've spoken lately during his four day stay there.
Only four days. He'll regret leaving so soon. :) I can relate as my first trip there lasted around the same amount of time.
Long story short, I'm moving back to Paris. I cannot give dates. I don't know where the money is coming from. I don't know where I'm going to learn the language. I don't know it all yet, but that's the beauty..the journey is in preparing. There is work to be done and the continuation of the empire to be built.
