even though we ain’t got money
Last night I lay on the sofa across from my Turkish mother.
My Turkish mother, for those of you who don’t know, is the mother of Yeliz and the family who owns a restaurant in Montmartre and have housed me, fed me and loved me during my stay in Paris.
We lie on sofas across from each other and she tells me to put my legs up “Good for your health,” she says.
She asks me when I’ll be back and I tell her I don’t know. I don’t want to promise anything since my life is an open question mark right now.
I tell her I’d like to make enough money to travel and give back a little. She smiles and says “Just come back here, you can have a bed, we can eat avocados, two for a dollar, we’ll be happy. We don’t need money to be happy.”
She’s right. I bought avocados from the market that day, two for a dollar, and my Turkish mother, who is always happy to find a deal, was glad I didn’t spend too much money. She is always trying to buy everything and I often try to add groceries to the kitchen when she’s not home so she doesn’t yell at me for trying to pay for something.
I am lucky to have a warm bed, to eat food from their family’s restaurant and to come home to people that love me every night. It comes without a cost and it’s all I need.
I hate that every day I have anxiety attacks over money. I’d like to be more extravagant, more generous, to buy nice things for people, bring beautiful gifts home and go to the hairdresser’s when I need to.
At the same time, I have everything I need, my heart is full, my body is strong, and in a week I get to fly home to a man that loves me. Even without money, I think I may be the luckiest girl alive.
And every day I get to explore Paris. Yesterday I met up with a new friend, Courtney, at a market and then spent the day showing her around Paris.
Courtney shined a light on my day, reminding me how exciting this city can be when you first arrive. I took her to the Bon Marche, Poilane, Pierre Herme and down some of my favorite streets. She smiled, swooned, and we rejoiced in a shared passion for food and beautiful things.
I was happy to show her the best brand of yoghurt, chocolate and butter to buy. She is here until May and I am so excited for her to begin her own love affair with Paris as mine comes to an end.
At then end of the day my brother took me out for dinner at our favorite comfort food spot, H.A.N.D, and I headed up to my Turkish family’s apartment.
When I spoke to my boyfriend over the phone about money worries he said “You won’t look back and remember your Visa bill, how much money was in your wallet or the things you couldn’t afford, you’ll look back on all the great times you had and the people you met.”
He’s right. I may not have money, but damn I’ve got a lot.
Chartier, a famous French restaurant that was a former soup kitchen and has been open for over two centuries




Douieb, a Jewish pastry shop open since 1956

Karamell, a Swedish candy shop in Montmartre


(No) Smoking, custom made clothes for women

Mamie Vintage



Hotel Banke, a Spanish luxury hotel in a restored bank

Cojean, healthy fast food at its finest

Courtney, The Hungry Yogini, takes Paris!












