I have always been teased for finding a restaurant (wherever I live) and becoming a regular. It’s just my nature to find a place where I feel comfortable. I fluctuate between regular cycles at the local haunt, going out with friends, or being very happily nestled in my apartment. Quiet and alone. Over the last few days, I have spent a lot of time going out with friends.

Sometimes going out involves a Japonaise Fête at a friend’s flat in the 13th arr.
Homemade food. Lychee alcohol mixed with fruit juice. Rosé or white wine. Or beer.
Our host is under thirty years old. Who wants to go to a keg party?







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How about dancing on the Seine? Swing or salsa, anyone? Another friend wanted
to check out the action on the banks of this famous river that runs through the city,
splitting Paris into the Left Bank and the Right Bank.




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Everyone will tell you that I am in love with this city. Just walking around
and looking at how gorgeous this city is can make your day or night.






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Sit at a café! There are countless cafés on countless corners and side streets.
Grab a coffee or a delicious bite to eat. If you journal, this is the place to park it.




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Or sit at your neighborhood haunt! Morning. Noon. Or night.
The world that is just down the street from your apartment becomes a
little more familiar! Like when the roller skaters pass through Nation
every Friday at midnight while the weather is good.






Where in the World does this race start? Or go? Or end?

Apparently time has flown by and March is now July. Spring has passed, though no one in Paris is really sure if it was ever here. Now we are enjoying the warmth of summer and being outside is a must! However, as a writer nearly finished with her script – the reason I moved here – my life has been spent at a table staring at a computer. (Said computer is now the newest Macbook Pro… which makes for a happier écrivain.)

While a lot of things have been changing in my life – for the (creative) good  – I have been stressed about the idea that I might never make my film. I am aware that it is a possibility that this script will never see the light of day – in an old Staples printer paper box on a dusty shelf  – and I know that I have to have faith. Blind faith. One might pause at those two words. They seem to say, “You will not be seeing where you are going.” Or “It’s without direction or purpose.” Or “You will not see the reality that is staring you right in the face, because you will not be looking with your eyes.

As I stress out, I remind myself that my initial move to France was made with blind faith. I knew I belonged in Paris and that my dreams were one hundred percent (100%) possible for me here. Why Paris? Let’s just say I felt it in my gut. I was being pulled across the Atlantic and I acted without a plan. Give my last months notice. Check. Sell belongings (i.e. car.) Check. Give things to Goodwill. Check. Give things to friends. Double Check. Put things in storage (and later ship to Mother.) Check. Pack suitcases, buy plane ticket, and fly to Paris on June 3rd, 2011? Check. Check. Check.

As of today – July 11, 2013 – blind faith has only been on “my side.” A guardian angel (of energy) that has guided me through the ups and downs: living in a foreign country; braving the bureaucracy that is the French government; the visa headaches; the no one talks to each other at the Préfècture or goes by the same rules twice; not speaking French when I moved; being a dyslexic trying to learn the language; believing that I’ll get EU citizenship once Latvia allows duality (which goes into law on October 1st.) And the big dream of being an American-Latvian filmmaker residing in Paris, France.

I still frequently question my creative talent, though. I need to have a strong belief in myself and cultivate patienceThe road ahead of me is filled with countless roadblocks… but I will hurdle them. Like a track runner in a marathon filled with 100mm hurdles, as well as the random military bootcamp training obstacle. There is a finish line, but I don’t know where it is, how to get there, or how long it will take to reach it. The race has no map. The destination is unmarked. Bravery is the only fuel. I may not reach the exact goal I have set out before me, but I will get very close. Perhaps I’ll even hit the bullseye, but to the right of center.

“While you long and aim for the destination, thrive on the journey; the battle; the adventure.” 

The View From Here Is Exquisite

There is so much going on in my life – mostly exquisitely good – that I am not sure how to express myself. How do I capture the full spectrum of how wonderful things are in words? Spring is only a few weeks away and the weather seems to be battling the future. While we’ve had beautiful spring days with a high of 61 degrees, there have also been days like today where it is 45 degrees; however, I have been spending a good portion of my time indoors. Not because I’m necessarily lazy, but because I have work to do. I’m a writer. I must finish my current project.

I do look outside and daydream about summer, which is only around the corner, and picnics in parks and sitting along the Quai de la Tournelle at night drinking wine and eating lovely cheeses with other expatriates or my Parisian friends. Long walks around Paris by myself or with a visiting friend – usually from Los Angeles or New York City – that last for hours and includes random stops at cafés for either a café allonger or un verre de vin. In the summers we seem to drink a lot of rosé.

When I have finished my current project, I will venture outside. That will be my reward for finishing. I have a lot on my plate! I am also applying for another visa: the Compétence et Talents Visa (or the Skills and Talent Visa.) I have two friends who already have the visa – a fellow filmmaker and a musician – and they are both helping me put together a 70-page proposal to give to the French Préfecture. My lovely Parisian girlfriends have also offered to help me translate, as well as be mental and emotional supports over a bottle of wine. (We like our wine here.)

While I have lived in Paris, there have been so many wonderful opportunities that have remained out of my grasp due to me being on the Visitors Visa. I am not allowed to legally work in France. I have had to actually turn down a few jobs. (Hence my applying for the S&T Visa, which would allow me to be paid for any job affiliated with my proposed project.) So I remain in my home office diligently working on my future in hopes for the chance and opportunity to make my dreams come true.

Actually, in all truth, I have been fortunate enough to already be living my dream life. My two year anniversary in Paris is quickly approaching and will be celebrated on June 4th. While things have been tough – as I watch my savings dwindle – I count myself to be so very fortunate. I live in a cute apartment in Nation, which is actually large in Paris standards. And I have a small room off my bedroom that acts as both a dressing area AND a cozy home office. What’s not to love about life?

~ My Home Office ~