My first day in Paris I allowed myself to live like a child: I walked without direction for almost 15 miles, ate when and what I wanted, and only went home when I felt like it. I followed no lists, had no plans.
Today I woke up to pudding, cheese, wine and stale bread in the kitchen. I'm allowing myself to make my first list: a grocery list. Perhaps tomorrow I won't wake up with a stomach ache.
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