I never get tired of looking at the Eiffel Tower. It's like when I lived in LA - I always got a secret thrill much like a jolt of electricity every time I saw the Hollywood sign (which I could see from my apartment.)
Here in Paris, I usually see the Eiffel Tower a couple of times a day and if my hands are free (sometimes even if I'm driving and stopped at a light) I snap a picture, rain or shine.
It's an inspiration, a token that today is better than yesterday or at least that tomorrow will be better.
It's a reminder that I came here for a reason even though sometimes it feels like I screwed up my entire life by doing so.
Just looking at this landmark comforts me in those moments when I feel so far away from all the people I love that are still in LA, those moments when I feel all alone in this romantic City of Lights.
In my dreariest moments when I seriously consider getting on the next plane back to California to pick up the fragments of my life in hopes that I can somewhat piece the puzzle back together, I turn a corner and POW! there she is - the Eiffel Tower. That's when I get the warm fuzzies again and I calm down. It's not a hug from Karen or a girls night out with my besties, but it helps me make it to tomorrow.