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The day before my boyfriend of 8 years moved out, I bought a round trip ticket to Paris for 21 days.  I have always wanted to visit Paris.  Two months later, I’m here.  Spending three weeks in Paris was an abstract idea until a few hours ago.  I have no idea what I’m looking for.  I’m skeptical at this point that this was the place to come look for it.  The Secret Book of Destiny says that I have, in me, a predisposition for a monastic type of existence.  Seeing as I’ve never been anywhere alone (much less for three weeks), I’m counting on my latent monk-like qualities kicking in.