I search for joy at home. I like my little bungalow but there it is hard to look past the incomplete projects and those that need to be started. I doubt I'd have grass to worry about in Paris, which would suit me just fine. I feel safe in my home, which is very important. For now I am not worrying about paying my mortgage, which is definitely important when you have a job that is impacted by the oil industry. It just doesn't bring me joy, not like a hotel room in the Latin Quarter that is convenientely located across the street from a crepe stand.
I wrote yesterday of finding value in life and people, not things. There is where joy should be also. If you look for joy in things or plans, you will probably be disappointed. But joy in moments spent with friends, joy in a beautifully crafted sermon delivered by a pastor dressed like Marty McFly in honor of Back to the Future day, that's where you can count on joy to come through for you.
But, it doesn't hurt to find it on top of the Arc de Triomphe either.