From Roads to Rues

After a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year with

the Swiss family, I made my way to Paris.  After

carrying way too much stuff on two train rides and a

taxi, I landed somewhere in the 11th district near

Place Voltare.  Now I know if my business career fails

I can always find work as a Sherpa.  I’m fortunate to

be staying at a friend’s place for a few days while I

find an internship and a place of my own.  It was last

Thursday when I was on my way to a final meeting with

an investment management firm to discuss the final

terms of an internship when my “almost manager”

informed me that due to requests from new executive

management, all new projects would be on hold and that

I wouldn’t be able to start until March or April.  The

internship was within a new research and distribution

division; hence I was being put on hold.   Sigh… so

close. 



Although I have no job, real place to live (need to

move out soon due to a new roommate coming in a week),

and no real income, it could be worse… I could be

somewhere other than Paris.  In the one week I’ve been

here, I believe that my short time in Paris has erased

all the hardships and frustrations inflicted by the

cultural emergence experiences.  

I cannot accurately express the variety of emotions

and the level of contentment that I experience each

waking day.  I truly look forward to finding an

internship in order to prolong my stay.  All is well

(at least until the next run in with an administrative

office). 



Nick