“When good Americans die, they go to Paris.”
The greatest injustice in my life was not being born a Parisian. I had the opportunity to visit two years ago, and the moment I stepped off the crowded tour bus onto the Champs-Élysées, I was in love.
A few months ago, my favourite trans-atlantic friend messaged me to tell me she got a sweet contract in Paris and would be living there in a swanky flat until the new year. I immediately booked a ticket to visit. Dreams of croissants, cafes, patisseries, red wine, cobblestone streets, cinemas and baguettes got me through my monotonous workdays, as I counted down the days to my trip.
A few days ago, I reached out to my cousin who has been going through a hell of a year. We’ve been talking every day since, despite the 5-hour time difference between us. Though things haven’t been exactly “peachy” on my end, my issues are peanuts compared to what she’s dealing with.
I knew she would like nothing more than for me to visit and help her sift through this goddamn mess, but I had already used up all my remaining vacation time on a non-refundable trip to Paris.
I struggled for a few days, but in the end, my conscience won out. I drained the remainder of my Aeroplan points and gave up my trip.
In a way, this has simultaneously been my easiest and hardest act of kindness. I know this is the right thing to do but I would also love nothing more than to eat baguettes with cheese all day.
Oh well, c’est la vie!
P.S. Damn you Expedia and your rigid cancellation policies.
Total Kindness Cost: $900 + 140,000 Aeroplan points