A Room with a View

April 8, 2024

Y’all know that stomach bug going around? It sucker punched me on Wednesday night and had me in a choke hold till Thursday at about 9 p.m., when I crashed from exhaustion.

Earlier that day, I was suffering in a whirlwind of nausea, about to hurl all over the place when my mom said, “Welp, I know what this week’s column is going to be about.”

Don’t worry—I won’t bore you details of the the most awful Thursday of my life. 

Thankfully, I was well enough to go to church on Sunday and well enough to have a Dunkin’ Donuts’ doughnut for breakfast that day (no shame, Krispy Kreme—you’re the real thing. Dunkin’ is just on the way to church. . .).

I’m back to my healthy, eating-everything-in-sight self, now.

(Side note: Can you believe I ate almost an entire bag of dill pickle chips for lunch last week? Almost an entire bag! I left only crumbs and a handful of broken chips in that bag. My tongue was raw for days.)

ANYWAY, that’s not important. What’s important is that I was able to go to church on Sunday, where I struck up a conversation about traveling and my most recent daydreams, which have consisted of traveling to Paris. 

Ask me why.

I don’t know! 

Maybe because it’s been popping up on my social media accounts? Every time I see a picture of La Tour Eiffel, I imagine seeing it from my romantic balcony that’s connected to my luxury hotel room. The vision is framed in rose petals, and somewhere nearby, a cup of coffee steams next to a pastry plated on porcelain. The curtains are blowing. I’m in a dress. It’s springtime. 

Can you tell me why I’ve literally been Googling “Luxury hotels in Paris”? “Best time to visit Paris”? And here’s a funny one: “Paris hotels with view of Eiffel Tower”––as if I could afford to drop $16k a night on a seven-day vacay, so I can dip croissants in hot chocolate. 

But, eh, the fantasy changes every other week.

In another vision, I’m trekking through the Grand Canyon, and in another, I’m swimming in the clear waters of Bora Bora like I own the place. 

At church on Sunday, a couple of ladies were telling me about their time in London, Madrid, Paris, and even Iceland, where they saw the Northern Lights. That one isn’t on the top of my list, but it’s definitely there with Scotland, Ireland, and Greece. 

I said, all giddy and whatnot, “Is it like ‘Ratatouille?!’”

They laughed. 

But I made a decision that day. This year, I shall get my passport as the first step to initiating overseas travel! That way, when I’m in one of those get-a-room-with-a-view-of-the-Eiffel-Tower moods, I’ll have one less thing standing in my way. 

For now? 

I’ll start with my first trip to Disney World. Or Vegas! They have an Eiffel Tower there, too, right?

 

M.M. Cochran is the author of YA novel Between the Ocean and the Stars and has an educational background in English and creative writing. She has worked in the journalism industry, as well as the agenting and publishing industry, and she is currently a news reporter for The Greer Citizen. M.M. can be found collecting coffee mugs, slipping into an oversized sweater, and hanging out with her standard poodle. Her debut novel, Between the Ocean and the Stars, can be found online at Amazon.com or Barnesandnoble.com. To keep up with her writing journey, follow her on Instagram @m.m.cochran_writer.

 

Featured image by Chris Karidis.

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