Rhi Axtell – Writer

It’s been two weeks in France, and the last few days of that have been in a small Parisian apartment. There has been celebration, illness, laughter, sorrow, games, fantastic friends and, of course, alcohol.

Today is the final night of the holiday. I sit here in a state of denial, looking at the remains of the last few days and the pure concentrated joy they have contained.

Even though I have not left yet, I miss it.