The nation—nay, the world—has been swept up in Marie Kondo’s joy of tidying up. Me? I get off through good, old fashioned cleaning.
“I have to tell you something,” Andrew confessed to me the other night. It had been an eternity since I’d had that horrible heart-skipping sensation, anticipating horrible news. He went on to explain that he had locked himself in the bathroom the prior day and bawled like a child. And then we talked about why.
What a journey it was. Paris. A simple life where I initially knew two people in town and was there to work— and which evolved into one of the most profound chapters of my life. It was exhilarating, challenging, rewarding, indulgent, fun, insane, frustrating and, ultimately, triumphant. It was everything.