Love is Paris

dear God, Paris is waiting for me!

Hello from Manila!

Today is my blog’s first year anniversary. I don’t really celebrate blog anniversaries but this one’s very close to my heart.

Love is Paris is the first step to achieving my most beautiful dream and this is what sets it apart from my other blogs.

I think it’s quite normal for people to have lots and lots of dreams. Most of which are inspired by friends, family, famous personalities and sometimes, even strangers. But we need to have a personal dream. Something that we didn’t get from other people. You know, a dream that you can call yours. Nobody inspired you to aim for it. It just happened.

This is what I feel for Paris, it’s between me and God.

Well, I don’t know which is bigger. My dream of becoming a writer or my dream of traveling to Paris in the future? Some days, I feel that God will help me achieve both dreams. Other days, I feel that God has a more beautiful dream for me. Something that may be different from the plans I made but definitely more amazing and more exciting.

Sometimes, I’d like to believe that I’ve already achieved the first because I’m writing for a living. But being a content provider does not mean that I am a writer in its true definition. I’m a writer but I’m not a writer writer. LOL. While I was reading Lolita, I had doubts if I can create a book as amazing as that. Maybe I can’t But hey, I’m happy being a blogger. Publishing a book is going to be a super bonus but for me blogging is already fulfilling.

About Paris, gosh, I have no means to make this happen. But hey, look at the photos! At least my name has already arrived the City of Love. I was literally jumping for joy when I received the images. They’re so beautiful. I’m sure you all agree. I can just imagine how squeaky clean those streets are. I think they are cleaner than my own room. LOL. You should see the pictures in their original size.

So all that is missing is my physical body because my heart, my soul, and my name are already there. I’m a Parisian by heart. I should have been born a French lady. Maybe in my next life time. But I’m a Catholic Christian. So there is no next life! There is, but that will be in heaven (or in hell?). I don’t believe in reincarnation. So it has to happen during this lifetime. I’ve got to go to France because Paris is waiting for me.

Happy first anniversary Love is Paris!

My name in Paris, France