My uncle lived in Paris when he was my age.

This summer, he wrote me a Paris to-do list for whenever I made it here.

One thing on the list was to visit his old building, and for documentation’s sake, snap a photo of my reflection at the door.

Four months later, I finally made it to that door.

Someone picked the perfect time to break a mirror.

I want to high-five fate.

Life is too freakin’ cool sometimes.