{"id":515,"date":"2013-07-26T04:03:32","date_gmt":"2013-07-26T11:03:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/michellejolin.com\/wordpress\/?p=515"},"modified":"2013-07-26T11:50:03","modified_gmt":"2013-07-26T18:50:03","slug":"im-lost-but-im-not-stranded-yet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=515","title":{"rendered":"I’m lost, but I’m not stranded yet"},"content":{"rendered":"
Egar\u00e9 en chemin \nTu verras le pire<\/p>\n
Pour trouver le sud \nSans perdre le Nord \nApr\u00e8s les certitudes \nAu-del\u00e0 des bords<\/p>\n
I’m lost but I’m not stranded yet<\/p>\n
-<\/code>–Noir D\u00e9sir<\/em><\/p>\n
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Being lost is scary for a lot of people.<\/div>\n
I’ve always sort of enjoyed it.<\/div>\n
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When\u00a0 I lived in Paris, I used to go out and try to get\u00a0 a little lost wandering around the city. On purpose. Get on a bus at random. Get off somewhere that looks interesting. Roam around. Get on another bus. Repeat as necessary. It was a way to learn the city and entertain myself on a very limited budget, and since Paris has such great public transportation there was really no way to get too lost.<\/div>\n
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It’s how I ended up having mint tea with a group of North Africans while they helped me figure out the best way for me to get home.<\/div>\n
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Which is also\u00a0 how I found out how much I assume about others by how they dress.<\/div>\n
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It’s how I ended up finding a shoe store with prices even I could afford on the weird looking stuff I loved.<\/div>\n
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It’s how I found the only place in Paris to buy tortillas and refried beans, and a great deli.<\/div>\n
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It’s how I found out that being uncomfortable can sometimes be not only good for you but also a lot of fun.<\/div>\n
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This doesn’t apply to getting lost when you need to be somewhere at a specific time.<\/div>\n
Like, say, a job interview.<\/div>\n
Even then, I got lucky.<\/div>\n
One time, a cute Italian guy took pity on me and gave me a ride to my appointment\u00a0 in his Ferrari.<\/div>\n
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In retrospect, he may have thought he<\/em> was the one who was going to get lucky…<\/div>\n