Ignition.

Was it really a book that ignited my passion for Paris? Was it lying dormant in me this whole time, waiting to be awakened?

Was it this book that caused me to transfer ordinary words of my everyday english life into reminders of the french way of life? The way of life I could be living in little over a year. Can this dream possibly become a reality?

Subconsiously seeing my shampoo bottle's label 'expert' as the word 'expat'? Is this fate, foreshadowing or should it be forgotten? Discarded as little more than an accident, a mistake that means nothing.

But I can't possibly let it slip between my fingers as nothing more than accidental. Its ignited feelings in me i'd forgotten were there.

My longing for croissants, baguettes and berets is awake.