It got me to thinking about my life in New York...
Walking the streets of streets of the city, admiring the French Bulldogs and keeping an eye out for new restaurants to try. Walking around the village and stopping in Yougrtland for a creamy creation

- morning bagel and shmear becomes morning croissant et confiture
- class at FIT with a view of the empire becomes class at AUP with a view of the Tour
- walking along 5th Avenue becomes walking along the Champs
- going to the Met becomes going to the Musee d'Orsay
- living near the Square becomes living near Place de la Concorde
- browsing street art in Soho becomes browsing street art in Montmarte
- continously smelling Halal food becomes continously smelling crepes
- reading in central park becomes reading in le jardin de luxembourg
- easy access to cupcakes becomes easy access to macaroons
- babysitting on weekends becomes traveling the french countryside on weekends
- saying "OMG" becomes saying "Oh la la!"
I must say, I am very excited for all of my exchanges because they sound fabulous! But there are a few aspects of my New York life that are simply irreplaceable.
-Fun activites with my sisters! I will not have sisters in Paris. Unless I elope with some garcon because I have had too much vin and he happens to have a sister. I hope this does not happen.
-Kristin Paige Folck for a roomie. I will miss her daily company and our daily antics more than words can say.
- Living 20 blocks from Joshua Jay, who has brightened everyday of my life since we met. No John-Paul or John-Claude could replace him.
- PB&Co. Who knew such a little place could bring such enormous joy. I will miss their creative sandwhiches on giant bread, the amazing PB flavors, and the ridiculous PB brownie sundae. PB is a rare find in France, I will have to bring some jars along for personal enjoyment. As far as I know, there is no Nutella & Co in Paris, so this joyous place will be missed!
I realize that I have said that the only thing I will miss about New York is family, friends, and peanut butter. But that is precisely why I am, in every way, the Blonde Parisienne.
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