Cancerversary
It’s bitterly cold, as I click-click my way on the promenade. All around me, I hear the staccato beats of everyone’s boots clicking away. I fit in with the throng of people rushing along La Defense- long dark coat, thick scarf, bag/backpack, and clicking boots. My eyes have full make-up and my lips hold a deep purple tint. I’m feeling quite pleased with myself this morning, as my phone remains securely in my pocket; unneeded for directions to my destination. I left my house at 420 AM, dressed to the nines, to board a train for Paris. As we zoomed through the dark French countryside, I had my breakfast of a delectable huit pastry and created a presentation for the morning. Exiting the train, I could just see the scraps of light peeping out over Gare d’Est in Paris. I was proud to remember the two metro lines that would get me to the RER trains that would take me to the office. I connected at one of the biggest stations in Europe, and all my Parisian experiences surged through my body as...