As many of you know, I have recently come into a small fortune.
As such, I expect you’re wanting to know what I plan on doing with my newfound wealth.
I mean, it just doesn’t seem right, somehow, to spend it all on DDP or armpit wax. I need to spend my $250 on something that means something.
Something meaningful, I mean.
So I’m going to Paris.
This is not a joke.
I am going to Paris. I will be there during the first and second week in June.
Obviously it will take more than two hundred fifty dollars to get me there, which is where Poor Kyle (a.k.a. Sugar Daddy) comes in.
So here’s the skinny:
Last year around this time, Poor Kyle started truck driving for a living. He was gone a lot. As in, like, he worked 80-90 hours a week. So I didn’t get to see him very often, which meant he felt guilty all the time because I was pretty much bummed about it, and so when I saw an announcement on the University message board about a summer school class in Paris, and brought up said announcement to Poor Kyle during one of our many late-night phone conversations, his aforementioned guilt spurred him into saying, “That’s a great idea, babe! You should go!”
I was shocked. I mean, I knew my husband loved me and supported my dreams, but a trip to Paris would be expensive, and we hadn’t really planned for it.
In the end I decided to forgo the trip, but it has been on my mind ever since.
At the beginning of this school year back in September, I even added it to my list of goals for the year:
And usually when I write down my goals and post them on my bathroom mirror, I see to it that they are accomplished.
So that’s the story of how it came to pass that I am signed up for the Paris summer school class in June.
Now, I have led you all to believe that this current semester will be my last ever, that I will finish classes in April and be done, graduated, the end, hooray.
But I’ve not been completely honest with you. After taking five classes this semester, I will still have one class to take before qualifying for graduation.
Paris will be that class.
Picture this: A summer school class that counts toward any major. It takes thirteen days from start to finish. It requires no research paper, class presentation, or final exam. There are no group projects (gag), there is no homework. No assigned reading. Nothing but going to museums in the morning and having free time every afternoon. In Paris.
Yes, the cost of the class will be equivalent to one entire semester of pre-resident-status classes, i.e. pretty expensive, but!
Even if it wasn’t in Paris, getting an entire three credits done in thirteen days with no final paper to write or exam to take would be worth several extra thousand dollars to me.
The fact that it’s in Paris is just a bit of Nutella™ on the crépe.
But then the plot thickens:
Poor Kyle, supportive as he always usually is, thinks that if I’m going all that way to be in Europe, I should stretch it out a bit. Hang around, get a few more stamps in the good ol’ passport, see what’s up. Since I’ll already be there and all.
Yes, it would be more expensive to do that, but the biggest expense of all is getting across the Atlantic, and that part is covered by the initial fee for the class…so I’m thinking about taking him up on the offer and sticking around.
But so I’m just wondering if any of my European friends would be interested in either a) hosting me for a couple of nights, or b) meeting up somewhere in the general vicinity of the continent. I have several fantastic readers over there who I would love to meet in real life, which I guess could make me kind of weird but hopefully not.
If I don’t have any takers on that idea, I might look into some sort of couch surfing deal or home exchange or maybe just some old fashioned hostels.
I really have no idea where any of this is going to take me.
But I’m going to Europe as a graduation present, and no matter what, I am going to make it awesome.
And you can expect a couple weeks’ worth of really excellent blog posts.
p.s. I cannot offer much in the way of financial reimbursements for crashing on the couches of my European friends, but I can promise loads and loads of Canadian chocolate bars which are pretty much world renowned…