La femme de ménage et autres pensées

I had an awful realization today.

I was sitting on the big, comfy couch today, watching our femme de ménage (maid) vacuum the floors, scrub the bathroom, and clean the kitchen.  Then I proceeded to look around at my actual apartment, in all of its splendor and Parisian (and Buddhist?) beauty.  And then I got to thinking about the fact that I’m living in Paris, one of the greatest cities in the world, and it’s amazing that I have the ability to travel to so many different cities, and to see and do so many amazing things that most people don’t get the chance to do.

So, here comes the realization.

There is little to no way that I’m going to be able to live like this again until I’m an old, wrinkly, and hopefully well-off retired person.  I’m not going to be able to justify paying for a maid until I’m much older (if ever).  I’m not going to be able to live in an apartment this big, nice, or well-located until I’m most likely middle-aged.  I’m also probably not going to have the ability to be this carefree ever again, because once I graduate college…hello, real world.

Wow, so that was kind of depressing…?

But on a lighter note!  A few more BC girls are staying with us this weekend!  Dani (who I will be running Relay For Life with next year), Cecily (who I know from several International Studies classes), and Katie (who I just met) got here earlier today, and then set out to see Notre Dame and Montmartre.  I actually sent them to the fondue place I went to with Nadia and the girls last weekend, so I think they’ll have a good time there.

I think we’re all going to go to Footsie tonight, which is known as the stock market bar.  I’ll tell you allll about it tomorrow…let’s just hope they have Bulmer’s, and that it’s looow on the market.