So, she packed up and moved to Washington DC, a strange land known for its transient young professional population, schmoozing politicians, and horrible, horrible traffic congestion. Nevertheless, she was willing to uncover the better aspects of this city, so she decided to stick around for a while.
After a few months of searching for a job to no avail, she magically landed a position at a small international consulting firm right near the White House. So close, in fact, she could almost wave to W from her window.
She learned the ins and outs of planning events for small and large groups alike, ultimately organizing and attending a conference in the "wilderness" of WV and VA in August 2002.
This was all very well and good, but this young woman was now 25 years old, and becoming restless yet again. She decided to set her sights on moving to Paris, France, a dream of hers since as far back as she could remember. She yearned to travel, eat new and delicious foods, learn to speak foreign tongues, eavesdrop on the conversations of passers-by while lingering over steaming caf�s cr�mes, and generally to morph into a melange of a myriad of cultures. She felt as if she could find her voice this way and possibly, even her place in the world. If not, it certainly would turn out to be interesting, n'est-ce pas? |
