Which is where I'm coming to. I want to write something. I didn't want to admit it, because that puts a lot of expectations on me. But I want to write something while I'm there--something creative, but true. And why not Paris, honestly? Why not go to the creative capitol of the world? Why not listen to the best music ever made? Why not? Why not?
When I think about writing, I really start to get excited about France. Honestly, going out and interviewing people is going to keep me locked up inside, afraid. But going out to experience things for the sake of writing will oddly enough get me talking. So I need to stop feeling bullied by these anthropologist ethnographers and just be myself.
I love you anthropologists, by the way. I'm just not one.