Monday Evening

I sit here in the petite kitchen of my 8th arrondissement apartment eating a 2 minute dinner, drinking a glass of cheap red wine, and reading Le Deuxieme Sexe by Simone de Beauvoir. As I sit, I start to contemplate the last 4 months: Living in a foreign country, learning a new language, separating myself from everything that I knew and took comfort in. Learning what it means to be on my own all over again. I feel good when I think about it. I feel content when I look back. But now is a time for changing, and I must look forward as well. What is to come? I have plans but no definite answers. Only time will tell whether my assumptions will prove correct. Will I be as content looking back 4 months from now as I am right now? 

I hope so.