".... Well I'm glad you made it safely," an older, melodic voice rang from the other line on the cellphone. Ryleigh smiled. "I'll let you get back to your unpacking. Check in later, won't you?" "Yes, Grandma. Thanks for everything. Love you." "Love you, too, sweetie." Click. Ending the phone call, the brunette set her cellphone on the counter and turned back towards her living room, looking at all the boxes she still had left to unpack. Her first day in Paris and she'd be spending it unpacking until she at least had all that was necessary set out. Her first day in Paris.... incredible. Three years ago she never thought she'd end up here. Not that she was planning to live in France for the rest of her life, but still. It was just... it was incredible. She had acted on impulse and now she was over 4000 miles away from all her family and friends. Away from her home. But Ryleigh was determined but find something more in life, something she knew - or desperately hoped - was here in the city of love. Starving and jet-lagged like no other, the young woman could really go for some kosher Paris treats. Were people in Paris nice like those neighbors you saw on American television shows that came over to the newcomers with gift baskets and other such treats? Ryleigh wouldn't count on it, so instead she decided to unpack a few more things before she'd gather her wallet and head out.