Ambitious, enthusiastic, compassionate — those were the words I’d use to describe myself in a job interview or online personality quiz. Not restless or yearning or aching for something I couldn’t put my finger on. Certainly not unhappy. Never desperate.
But that was before I left home.
That was before I moved to Paris for a semester in college to study French, eat my weight in Nutella crepes, and walk home from dance clubs wearing the thin, teetering heels that marked me as a tourist.