Mes amis, it is with a very heavy heart I write this last post from my perch: in the corner of my lovely little treehouse, in the middle of Paris, the most beautiful city in the world. The sound of the rain on the zinc roof is romantic but, today, a bit melancholic; the view of Sacre Coeur blocked by the fog. I just took a last stroll up rue Montorgueil (trolling for food, comme d’hab), and the taxi arrives in 30 minutes.
It’s been a journey! Incroyable! Something I never dreamed would (could) happen to me. But it did. And I will carry these last 22 months in my heart for the rest of my life.
And, of course, this blog, the fact that you’re reading this right now, is part of the journey. I started God, I Love Paris as a way to stay connected to friends and family back home. It was a way to share my daily life and then became a way I filtered feelings and processed information. Incredibly, it lead to new friendships, both with wonderful people here in the city and all of you from Buenos Aires to Milwaukee, Sydney to Rambouillet. With all the chocolate boxes and Ladurée candles and fancy shoes I bring home with me, it is this blog that I am most grateful to have, for both the memories and connections.
So thank you. Thank you for sharing my journey and lending your support and being interested in and gracious about my world and generous with your time and thoughts. I can’t express enough how much it means to me.
But this is not it! I am not done with Paris, and I am not done with this blog. Oui, I will be posting again. Soon. So stay tuned—it might take me awhile to resurface but as we all know now: Paris is in my blood. I will be back.
Gros bis. xo