Friday, May 02, 2008

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

What I didn't do in Paris:

I didn't become a famous artist, nor did I stage an awesome comeback with my band (save that for next decade!).

I didn't master the subjunctive, and words like "moelleux" and "citrouille" continue to smirk at me, daring me to try to pronounce them.

I didn't become a French chef, and the sad fact is I still don't know how to use a knife and fork properly.

I didn't write a book about being an expat in France (though I could have!).

But I did make some good friends here. I did look at a lot of things, and a lot of people, and I even painted some of them. I had a lot of experiences that I wouldn't have had if I had stayed in my cozy apartment in Oakland, and I guess that's the reason I came here in the first place.

So now I am leaving France with my five senses intact, ready to work on whatever's next. Non, je ne regrette rien... (except maybe those extra helpings of gratin dauphinois...)


Blogger Angela said...

How can you say you didn't become a famous artist? Caroline, shame on you ;) You became a prolific and accomplished artist! You had shows! People pay you to paint! Someone even paid you to paint in Ireland!

Art isn't about fame; it's about sharing yourself with the world. What a brave thing to do and you do it amazingly (between your music AND your beautiful artwork).

You are this artist's inspiration and I'm so happy to have you home (Hug!).

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