Day 2 the fitting: I wasn’t lost, I was just early.
The day of the fitting I was as lost as usual. Except, this time, I was lost in French instead of English. After walking up and down alleys for sometime, it became clear that I was more than lost. I’d flown 10 hours and now I couldn’t find my rendezvous. Typical…
As the anxiety overtook me, it became clear a bold move was in order. For the first time in my life, I pushed the anxiety out of my mind and started walking in the direction of destiny. I decided I was going to find my destination and it was going to happen no matter what.
I started up the cobble stone street, Rue Saint Claude, when something magical happened. Coming at me was a large white creature. It could’ve been a unicorn or an albino elephant. I was that excited, elated, and overjoyed.
The boys pulled into the courtyard and began to unload the clothes.
For once in my life I wasn’t lost, I was just early.