That saying, it would seem, also holds true in France. Just 9 minutes before I was set to walk to the tramway to make my way to Ziming's apartment with the plan to meet Darryl on Monday morning in Paris and spend the week with her and a friend, everything came to a crashing halt. Words were in the air "forgot to pay rent," "change of plans," "going to Italy" - I listened but didn't really hear everything, I just adjusted my plans. So instead of a week in Paris, I only spent Saturday in the city.
But if I've learned to do anything in my time here, I've learned to roll with the punches and try to accept everything as it comes. So, too, with this. And I've not a single regret.
But if I've learned to do anything in my time here, I've learned to roll with the punches and try to accept everything as it comes. So, too, with this. And I've not a single regret.
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