Sion Dayson is paris (im)perfect. Writer, dreamer, she moved to France on – no exaggerating – a romantic whim. As you can imagine, a lot can go wrong (and very right!) with such a (non)plan. These are the (im)perfect stories that result.
What’s in a Name?
When you say the word “Paris,” people picture a postcard: the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre. Charming cafes and cobblestone streets.
Paris has all of these things, but a lot more, too. Making someplace your home involves the daily drudgery as well as the tiny triumphs. There is beauty and wonder, but also difficulty and disappointment. Everywhere has its hardships and its own brand of magic.
In short, Paris is not perfect.
And nor would I want it to be. I enjoy the offbeat, the idiosyncrasies that make a place unique. I’m interested in what they don’t tell you in guidebooks. I like gritty.
While I will still ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ as I cross the Seine River, it is my more quiet discoveries in random corners of the city that most excite. The oddities and quirks make me believe I have a place here. I cannot live in a pristine and perfect image, the Paris of only old museums. I can be happy, however, in a city as imperfect as me.
Was there something else?
Well, this will reveal me as a bit geeky, but I feel I should not hide. The imperfect is also a verb tense for an action or a condition that is incomplete or continuous, or coincident with another action.
This little adventure I call living here is still incomplete. I’ll keep telling my stories as long as I’m here. Thanks for coming along with me. Feel free to stay awhile.
This blog is just for fun. I also write in many different forms: essays, short stories, poems, articles, copywriting projects. Plus a novel for which I’m seeking publication! Feel free to check out my website to find out more about all of my writing. Thanks! siondayson.com