I arrived in Paris on a Friday morning. It was my first time traveling completely solo in six years. I was scared, but nobody knew. I had told everyone that I was comfortable being alone and that I would be OK.However, I sat at the airport for two hours after I arrived. I felt safe there and I was scared to leave. Two hours later, I finally got the courage, and off I went.
The train ride felt like it took forever, but I enjoyed the view. My hotel was only a few steps away from the train stop, which I found very convenient.
The first thing I wanted to see was the Eiffel Tower. Since I never plan, I found myself standing in line for two hours.
I patiently waited and stood quite. I saw kids playing, families eager to go up, and couples holding hands. I was shy to say anything to anyone, in front or behind me, but I enjoyed my silence.
When I finally got to the elevator, I was at the top of the Eiffel Tower in a matter of seconds. The view of the city was beautiful and I was excited to continue to explore.
I walked through the streets and found a cute restaurant where I had dinner. I sat alone and pondered about many things. Where I was in life, what dreams I once had, and where should I go now. All those things I was too scared to think about were finally floating around my head.
The next morning I woke up extremely early. I wanted to be the first one to arrive at the Louvre Museum. I ran straight to see the Mona Lisa. I stared at her for a few minutes with only a handful of people doing the same. The art piece I was most happy to see was John The Baptist. It hung unnoticed and I had it all to myself.
I spent about 5 hours walking the entire museum. I didn’t want to miss a single thing, but it was almost impossible. By noon I knew I had to leave because I hadn’t had breakfast or lunch and I still needed enough time to take the train and visit the Versailles.
When I arrived it past 3 pm. I had about an hour and a half to see as much as I could. I was amazed by the beautiful gardens outside. I gazed at its beauty, and soon after, all those thoughts I was having about life came back to me. At that moment, I made a promise to myself that I would make a change in my life and that I was not going to sit around and wait for life to happen. I was was going to turn it around and make life happen. I was so overwhelmed by emotions that I cried.
I felt free.
The next day I walked around the streets of Paris. I went to sleep early and got ready for my flight the next morning. I was ready to start a new life.