Put contents of entire life and apartment in storage? Check.
Leave San Francisco, my favorite city in the world, to hang out in Paris, be unemployed (though if you need some words written, I’d love to chat), attempt to live on my meager savings, travel, eat, write a book, learn the language (again), make new friends, and sweat my ass off in Bikram yoga every day so I can eat pastries and carbs every day? Check, check, and CHECK.
So here I am … in Paris. Life is short. Why the hell not.