And so, over six months of planning and work will culminate this weekend into a 1-day, 8-hour event. The big exhibition I have been organizing in Paris is no longer a horribly complicated project plan in Excel, but a (daunting) reality.
I know there’s still the possibility of a million and one things going belly-up on the big day, but I am surprisingly calm about the whole thing. Truth be told, I can’t wait until it is all over. I can’t wait until the day comes when I can leave work at a decent hour, not even contemplate checking my work emails at home, and have a work/stress free weekend. I have been happily daydreaming of all I am going to do with my new-found free time!
I still find myself under the curse of Paris, however this time she has managed to seduce me entirely. Days are spent imagining myself living here full time and calling up M. in the middle of the night suggesting “let’s move back to Paris!” I do love it here...
