It was already the 2010 Valentine's Day and I was having a great party time with a few people I mostly just met that evening, all of us not real Parisians, but young people who came here some time ago to check this city out, to try our luck, to see how it was going to be...
Some of us came here for a job, some for a great love and some just because they had been always dreaming about it. But what turned out is that we all have a big thing in common: we all just love that city! And when we were asking each other "Why?" is that actually - nobody was able to give a reasonable answer. We love it just like that! Because we feel great here! And that's it!
However waking up this afternoon, I asked myself: What do I love this city for?
... for all the great friends and life-long friendships I gained here?
... for all the great moments I am passing here and never getting bored?
... for that I can go to cinema every day for a few movies and I pay only 19,80€ a month for that?
... for the charming restaurants, good bars and great clubs that you can find here at every corner?
... for the possibility of going to a concert of an artist I've been admiring and singing the songs since I was a little girl ?
... for that with my colleagues we are not only sharing the daily work problems, but we can also have a great time learning to dance brazilian forro after the working hours?
... for that when I have a hard and long day at work, I know I can come back home, hide in my room and relax in front of my favourite "Sex & The City" and with my adored sushi take-out?
... for that I can wear a green skirt, yellow shoes and pink shirt and nobody would laugh at me in the street?
... for the "Have a nice day!" from the cashdesk lady in the supermarket and the "Oh, you have changed your haircut?" from my optician?
... for the smiles and "Thank you!" from my friends who were dreaming to come to Paris and I could host them so that their dreams could finally come true?
I could continue this list for hours, enumerating all the little and huge things that make me happy here. But no matter what their number would be, no matter what their content would be, I know one thing, and I know it 100% sure: I love Paris as it is here that I found my home, it's here that I found "mon petit chez moi"...
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
In the end...
In the end, I'm just a finance analyst... In the end I'm just putting numbers in excel sheets, inserting formulas and waiting for the final result... And in the end, the final result is also just a number...
One simple number, but it can make some people's lives very complicated in the end... Because it may lead to their end... Their last day at work... Where they spent so many years, where they met so many good people, where they built friendships, maybe they even met their life-partner there, who knows... Where they spent so many hours trying to satisfy their supervisors, to bring results to the company, doing all their best, but still trying not to forget about themselves, their own dreams, their families...
One simple number, but it can make some people's lives very complicated in the end... Because it may lead to their end... Their last day at work... Where they spent so many years, where they met so many good people, where they built friendships, maybe they even met their life-partner there, who knows... Where they spent so many hours trying to satisfy their supervisors, to bring results to the company, doing all their best, but still trying not to forget about themselves, their own dreams, their families...It's the movie "Up in the Air" which inspired me tonight... When you see it, you will probably understand my feelings. But please, don't judge me on the job I'm doing right now. In the end, I'm just a finance analyst...
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