Posted on: 9.25.2014

Things change.

My relationship with Paris has changed so much over the years: I lived there for 5 years and hated it. Weird, I know. There's so much people who dream of living in the city of lights, and here I was, unhappy about it. I had a lot of good times there, and met the most amazing people, but globally it wasn't a very good experience. But Paris, it's not you, it's me. I wasn't in a good place during those 5 years and that weighted heavily on my experience.

Now that I'm older, lived other places (like India and the North of France) and I'm able to go back to Paris regularly under great conditions: I'm loving it. There's never enough time during the week-end to see everyone and everything. I discovered an entire new city, enjoyed so many places… I was just there last week-end, enjoying the last days of the indian summer we've been so lucky to have. Friends were seen, beers were drunk, gifts for Elisabeth were bought, and fun was had. I can't wait to go back again, though I was glad to be back at home (mostly because we left the baby for the week-end, and the house is going to be finished soon, which means yay! awesome kitchen!). So, for that, Paris…

thank you.

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