10 Years Ago, Paris

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. And it all started 10 years ago. How crazy is that?

I re-read these initial blog posts and it almost feels like yesterday. Then I think about the eight years since Paris. Returning home to the East Village. Meeting Andrew. Becoming a mother. And all the other adventures: two books; a new home in Brooklyn; travels to Buenos Aires, Beaune, Brussels, St. Bart’s and beyond. So many family reunions and girls weekends; dinners and pastries; full days and sleepless nights. So much to be thankful for. If I could wish for only one thing, it would be to be able to time travel and relive some of the those brilliant moments.