While I daydream of Laduree, cobble stone streets and delectable macarons on a warm afternoon in class, the other half of me was left behind this morning, dozing in bed, perpetually asleep. I’m half here and half there but never truly anywhere. One half longs for Paris, the other for a warm blanket covering my tired bones as the rain washes my windows clean, because oh who am I kidding, when would I ever bother to do it myself?
The feeling that you ought to be somewhere else in the world can be confusing especially when you have no idea where that somewhere is. It’s an answer I have yet to find.
A quiz once told me I ought to live in Paris, going on to describe why:
You are a romantic who enjoys strolling through cobblestone streets and markets. You are inspired by art and architecture, and thrive being surrounded by other artists and intellectuals. You enjoy the bustle of a city, but also love spending time in the warm countryside, sitting at a cafe, and having a glass of wine or coffee. Your soul is nourished by being in nature, and by having deep meaningful conversation about love, art, and the meaning of life.
It’s quite accurate for a quiz, I must say.
Then again, I’m so drawn to the open and spectacular Irish countryside. There’s a Game of Thrones tour of the locations in Northern Ireland used to film the show and I’d gladly pack a bag to fly out there. I believe they also shoot Reign there as well. The thought of visiting ancient castles in the country sounds like a better vacation than going to Hawaii which I’m well aware may sound ludicrous but I’ve always found colder places more appealing than warmer ones.
But then there’s the snow-capped mountains in Switzerland…
(Before continuing let me make this clear, I am not talking about the movie The Notebook because I’ve never seen the whole thing. I’m talking about notebooks that you write in.)
Ever since I was a child, my favourite store was Staples, where office supplies and school supplies stretched on in endless aisles before me. Even now, I love stationary and can’t help buy more notebooks and supplies than I could possibly use. My insatiable rationalisation when I buy new things sounds something like ‘I will definitely use them!’ or ‘How can I NOT buy this?’, yet in actuality I don’t need any reasons to buy more notebooks.
As a student, they won’t be wasted and sometimes they motivate me to be neat with my notes and diagrams. I couldn’t possibly bear to scribble in the nice ones so I guess I’m a little prejudiced.
Not even, just notebooks but art supplies, colour paper, sketch books, anything and everything.
Now that I live in Bangalore, my favourite place to buy stationary is Landmark. They have the best stuff I’ve ever seen, sort of like my paradise.