Two weeks ago, I was in Café Folks and Sparrows in Paris and I overheard a woman in her late 20s (and her dog) as she was making conversation with the cashier.
The first sign she wasn’t French.
I just moved here from Berlin, where I spent the last four years with my husband. His job moves around; Now we’ve been relocated to Paris.
Totally an American move. Over-sharing when nobody asked, but also friendly and open to interaction, because why not. I appreciated it. Even though she wasn’t talking to me.
I couldn’t help but continue to eavesdrop. Hearing a familiar accent in a foreign place always makes your ears perk up. On top of that, you mention being from San Francisco, living in Berlin, and now relocating to Paris, and I’m fully tuned in. Ah, the thought of being abroad.
She then introduced herself to the barista.
You’ll be seeing a lot more of me now that I live here. I don’t know anyone yet!
- Oh yew say yew moove fhrom wayr? – The French guy responds in his adorable accent
Berlin, but San Francisco originally.
- Ah, sorry you’re in Paris. San Francisco is much better!
Which I found funny. If you were to tell anyone in San Francisco that you live in Paris, they’d think it’s magical and cool. But to anyone in Paris, it’s San Francisco that’s impressive. This interaction between the American expat and French barista reminded me of something I feel every time I’m arriving or leaving a city.
The more I travel, the more I realize how much we all live with the Grass Is Always Greener On The Other Side syndrome. Continue Reading