March 3, 1992
My first night in 1 rue du Four, Paris XI. What a glorious feeling, after six months of living out of a suitcase, to be someplace I can call home. Patrick has been at my side every step of the way. It was his phone, his car, his French that saw me through. He’s been taking care of me in the best way. I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
I’m in Paris. I’m here. I live here. Wow.
