Like countless people who have lived in Paris throughout the ages, I’m not actually a native, but I like to pass as one.  I once read a text about Paris where the author claimed that because the city is so enchanting and beautiful, many temporary residents try to make their experience more personal or unique than everyone else’s so as to claim a piece of the city as their own. I suppose that’s kind of my case too. I love Paris and want to feel like I belong, even though I realize that I walk where so many immigrants have walked and will continue to walk after I am gone.

In reality, I don’t really belong anywhere. I am a Third Culture Kid (TCK) “someone who, as a child, has spent a significant period of time in one or more culture(s) other than his or her own, thus integrating elements of those cultures and their own birth culture, into a third culture.” (Source: Wikipedia) But I’ll explain more about that later.

For the moment, I am just this: Pa(s)risienne, neither here nor there, but with a great passion for Paris and everything it has to offer for a global nomad like me.


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