Nottie Ana

So. It's already been a month and a half since I moved to Paris and so far, not so good. You see, I'm finding it utterly hard to actually breathe in the underground, my sister is spending a whole school year in Wisconsin, which means our room is no longer ours but mine (which, at the same time, is, like, ah-mazing news) but there is no point if I'm away, french dudes spend more time shopping than my friends and I together and and and I could go on forever but I think your patience is about to beat the hell out of me.