How I Got Here

How I Got Here

I live in France. No matter how often I say this, it still seems surreal.  I wish I could tell you that there was some cosmic shift and the skies opened up and I was magically transported here on a wonderful tale of adventure and self-discovery but the reality is much more somber steeped in heartbreak and tears…a lot of tears.

But that is a story for another day. Suffice it to say that instead of pumping myself full of drugs to ease my malaise I chose to leave New York, the only place I’ve ever called home, and start over here in France.

The transition has not been without its challenges but I’m not going to bore you with stories of lost paperwork and missed deadlines. I’d rather just bring you along for the ride.

Let’s start at the beginning…

NYC

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  • Sirikan Kaiya Hatfield

    Dear Monica,
    I miss you even though didn’t really talk to you often as used too. I love your story and remember you are not alone. Whenever you want to come home please let me know.