Being very recently unemployed, I spent the last week tooling around the city and have spent a lot of time thinking about the very end of Sex and the City series where Carrie was alone in Paris. I have been wandering between side streets, tourists, Starbucks, and city scapes. I completely relate to how they portray her time in the city as lonely and empty. I do not mean to make it sound as if I am feeling exactly the same way, but I am spending all this time thinking about me, who I am, what I want to do and where I want to go in life. And I feel the emptiness in how I am missing the friendship-relationships in my life and that sucks. So I am throwing myself into books, movies, art, design, fashion, photography in an attempt to learn something and I sit alone in a cafe sharing my croissant with a dog.
