Does a Happy Ending Mean Finding Love?
And what if you have no idea what that means anymore?
Hello, it’s time for another installment of FLIGHT, about my year of travel around Europe, following in the footsteps of bold women writers and artists who redefined their lives on their own terms.
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In the last installment, I arrive in Paris, snafus ensue, and I’m left with no place to stay. I wonder, can I really take a year of this? A serendpitous encouter with paper boats reminds me why I’m on this adventure, no matter how chaotic it may get.
This week, I meet an American woman who gets me thinking about what I want out of this journey. What kind of happy ending do I want?
