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Missing the Little Things

I miss my little Parisian apartment. I miss the big windows in my bedroom and living room that opened up wide to the boisterous street noise outside. I miss looking out of them, seeing the rooftops and the busy street below and feeling like I was a part of a fairytale. I miss the kitchen, big enough for just one, with its red toaster and hidden washing machine. I miss the hustle and bustle of coming home from a 2:00AM bus, running up the narrow four flights of stairs and being greeted by not a person, but by my silent, still apartment—my cozy bed and the quiet nighttime street sounds.

I miss the little man playing the accordion at the bottom of my building, the harsh notes making their way through my windows. I miss running across the street to the bakery, being greeted with a high pitched “Bonjour!” from the little blonde girl working at Atelier 116, and buying my morning croissant to go with my eggs and coffee.

I miss the days where it would rain, and I would trap myself in my little apartment, watching the drops slide down the glass; just me, myself and my thoughts.

I miss inviting friends over for wine and cheese parties, providing the perfectly hand-crafted French baguettes, before a night spent out at the clubs.

I miss the excitement of upcoming travel. Planning when to go where, what to see, what to eat. I miss the overnight buses, the 3:00AM layovers, the 18-person hostel rooms. I miss people-watching from coffee shops, sight-seeing and learning about new ways of life.

It all made me feel so alive. Independent and well. Living my best life, with open-minded people from all over the world, with my apartment to hole up in by myself, with responsibility held to me and only me—for only me.

What wouldn’t I give to go back?

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by Sydney Lapin

A self-proclaimed travel foodie, Sydney prides herself in finding the perfect spots to wine and dine. Her friends often text her for food and travel advice, and she happily provides intel on her favorite foods and sights. A detailed planner, Sydney manages to create agendas that allow time for sight-seeing, but also time for sitting in coffee shops and absorbing the local culture of a place. Sydney has traveled to over 12 different countries, mostly in Europe, and can’t wait to see more. She takes her camera with her wherever she travels, and loves to capture “world-stopping” moments.

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