My job is to write. I tell the stories of clients, their successes and upcoming events in a way that journalists will also want to then write about them. I write about industry trends and best practices. I’m constantly at my MacBook, typing away, as, more often than not, Taylor Swift blasts in my headphones.
But as I am at that date, January 20, where I left to travel abroad 2 years ago, I think about the writing I used to do.
This blog was lively with the rants and rambles of me abroad. I went on and on, for who knows who to read along. I wrote a sentence every day in a journal I often refer back to, to help remember even the smallest details of my trip. I wasn’t connected to an iPhone or a computer, rather a pen and paper.
As I write day in and day out, I think about the pleasure I get while telling stories, using various words, large and small, in English and occasionally French.
When I lived in Paris, the sights and smells always amazed me. Each time I saw the Eiffel Tower, I gasped, more beautiful than the last time. Now, as I live my life in Philadelphia, I forget about these small moments. I pass City Hall on my bus ride, twice a day, every single day and I work directly across from the Liberty Bell and spend lunch strolling on Independence Mall. Passing tourists in awe of the history surrounding them but barely taking note. Why do these sights and smells not excite me the way they did in Paris? Is it because I’ve lived here for so long now or have I just gotten to caught up in the busy, working lifestyle, always checking my iPhone for client emails and Twitter notifications.
But maybe it is time to make a change and enjoy the small things. Maybe all I need is a trip to a cafe to sit alone, read a book and just enjoy. Maybe once a year, I need to remember the Parisian lifestyle I lived and how that can transfer to a Philadelphian lifestyle. They may be hours apart, but I will do my best to keep them close.