After a long day wandering through the streets of Paris, I stepped onto the metro, the hum of the city lulling me into thought. A bittersweet ache settled in my chest as the realization washed over me—my Parisian adventure was nearing its end. The glow of the city that had enchanted me felt just out of reach, slipping through my fingers like sand. Yet, amidst the melancholy, a quiet gratitude stirred; the privilege of being here, of living these fleeting moments, was not lost on me. In another life, perhaps a more perfect one, I’d still be here—lost in the rhythm of Paris, riding the metro to destinations unknown.