Well guys, it has been real. This is the last postL.
Why did I come to Paris? To have fun, but I took it over the
top. I learned a lot by coming to Paris, about writing, and life in general. I
wanted it to be fun, and it sure was, but at times there are things that aren’t
ment to be funny. Paris was a place that people went to too bring out
themselves and express their feelings through many different ways. I, Ren,
mocked this place. I could possibly be the biggest tourist to ever live.
But when I’m in Paris, I feel like I can do or be anything.
It allowed me to allow myself to be creative. Walking through the streets was
confusing. It was unfamiliar. I didn’t know what to do besides keep walking and
to stick with it.
Paris was where I learned to be me. Not an imposter, a fake.
But by being a fake, made me realize who I really am. And I thank Paris for
that.
