First Step Toward the Next Adventure

As my waiting time for New Zealand was winding down, I decided to do something crazy and have my first adventure right here at home in the U.S. in preparation for the big adventure.

I decided to dye my hair pastel purple and pink.

Now, this was a huge deal for me. I’d never even dyed my hair in my life until I was about 21 years old. I mean, granted I totally went for it when I finally did dye my hair and went from my natural brunette to an all over Barbie doll blonde. But still, this purple was going to be a huge adventure in itself. 

 ..but I love it! It’s so bright and fairy-like and perfect for the month I’ll be gone.

There we go, first New Zealand adventure done!

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Memories to last a lifetime

I feel it’s time to follow that last sappy post up. With another sappy post. But in the opposite way. So, here goes.

I’ve been in Paris for seven weeks now. And I have to say that I’ve met some absolutely wonderful, beautiful, stunning and kind people. I have to start this post off with my first two friends in Paris and talk about how super duper cool they are.

Picture me, sitting in my apartment one night when I get a text from a random number addressing me by my first name and everything, asking me to lunch. I’d been in Paris for like two weeks at this point and hadn’t really met people yet so imagine my surprise and intrigue at this text. The person(s) sending said text were Aimi and Julia. These two ladies were best friends with the previous au pair to my family and had my number from her and decided to reach out to me and welcome me into the city.

It couldn’t have come at a better time.

So, I text back and tell Julia that I love bagels and she proceeds to find a DELICIOUS bagel place called, “Bagels and Brownies,” that I’m just obsessed with now. We went to lunch at the Luxembourg Garden and ate on the grass and this chick made me feel so welcome in a city I was feeling so lonely in. She and Aimi reached out to me (quite creepily in an awesome and weird way, I might add) and I can’t thank them enough for all they’ve done already – listening to me complain, directing me throughout the city, calming me down during stuck-in-an-elevator-panic-attacks. They’re great. And I found out later on that before sending me that first text, they had debated it for a while and eventually decided on being creepy and not caring to send some random girl a random text out of the blue. And thank goodness that they did.

Julia and Aimi introduced me to some of the most wonderful girls I’ve met in my life. Just tonight, some of us had a dinner party at Aimi’s with home cooked food (thanks Aimi and Gemma) and homemade desserts (even homemade crusts, thanks Julia). It was soooo good and the company was terrific. These girls are teaching me so much about the world and life and for instance about the fact that I’m apparently “incredibly American.” Whatever that means.. Just kidding, I know exactly what it means. These girls are from all over – Wales, England, Ireland, New Zealand, America. Just everywhere. I’m learning so much from them and I’m so grateful for this experience.

Also I love the way they talk.

I find myself speaking with a terrible, fake British accent after being around them for extended periods of time and they just deal with it. And for that I love them.

I’ve made so many memories already after this short time and can’t wait for the numerous more with them. This experience has already been life changing and though it gets tough at times, I wouldn’t change a thing about this choice I made and the year I’m spending in Paris. After all, I’m living out a dream.

An American Girl in Paris

Last I left you, I was moving to Africa. Well, that changed and as of today, I’ve moved my booty to Paris, France and will be spending the next year of my life as an au pair. Not gonna lie, I was terrified about the prospect of things going awry and up until 12 hours ago my anxiety was through the roof over it.

But that all changed when I walked through the gate exit after my flight into Paris. As I’m rolling my overstuffed suitcase and duffel bag through the doors, the first thing I see is a little blonde haired boy holding up a sign reading, “Megan Suddarth,” in the middle of a sea of people all by himself. I immediately become ecstatic over realizing this is my little A and start to scream. The next thing I know, the rest of the family is jumping up from their seats off to the side on a bench and rushing toward me. I’m immediately engulfed in smiles and hugs and kisses and at that moment I knew everything would be okay. The S family welcomed me in with open arms the instant their eyes landed on me and I’ve felt loved all day.

After leaving the airport, we spent the rest of the day getting me settled, eating and exploring. Hours walking down the Seine and seeing the beauty of Paris all over again was wonderful. I’ve had the most perfect first day back in France and know that I’ve made the right decision about what I’m doing in my life at this moment. I can’t wait to see what this next year brings and look forward to taking advantage of all of the opportunities that God has already blessed me with.

So, as I lay in bed, eyes half closed, I can’t help but smile over how wonderful this next year will be for this American girl living in Paris.