I've been a bit mum on the new job, but... I love it.
It's been two months since I started and it's been busy, sometimes madly so, but it's awesome.
Today brought back memories of some of my first client meetings in Paris; of sitting in conference rooms with the Eiffel Tower outside the window, trying not to grin, trying not to laugh at the pure wonder that this is my job, at my good fortune.
One of my new clients in Cointreau—another French brand with amazing heritage and craftsmanship. We sat in the company's offices in midtown today, getting immersed in the brand and sipping cocktails. Yes, this is my job. My job!
It's not just this one client. It's all the others, too. And the people and the projects. It's like I'm a starry-eyed 36-year-old expat again.