I think this is it, friends. I feel so bad, so often, for not
posting enough. So bad that when I do post, all I manage to ramble on about is how busy I
am and how bad I feel, and that, you don’t need me to tell you, is a giant
bore.
When I started this blog six and a half years ago (!), it
was a new medium. I was new to Paris. I was looking for an efficient way to
stay in touch with family and friends while living thousands of miles away in
the City of Light (and Dark Chocolate). The funny thing about blogs, of course,
is that they’re public. Soon enough, strangers were reading my posts. Then
commenting. Then entering my world and becoming my friends.
This blog has been an amazing experience. When I was living
in Paris, it helped me capture, process and translate my life: all the exhilarating
experiences and profound moments and situations of lost-in-translation
confusion. It helped me better understand my thoughts, ideas and feelings. It led to my
book.
Even when I returned to New York, it kept me connected to
Paris—to the community I knew and the friends I had made there. But now I’m cranking
away as a creative director in New York. I’m in the thick of
Parker’s toddlerhood, and her endearing growth and discoveries. If and when I
have downtime, all I really want to do is thumb through Vanity Fair or lounge
on the couch with Andrew or play with Parker. Or nap.
So it’s time to call it quits. I love this blog and all
it’s been and meant to me. I love all you who still follow me and have shared
the journey. I have nothing but gratitude and happy feelings. But I don’t want
to be a bore. And I don’t want to feel bad. So I’m doneski.
That said (!), I’m hoping there will be a sequel to the book. In which
case, I will need a “platform.” In which case, I might hit restart. In which
case, I will let you know. I hope you’d consider joining me again somewhere down
the road. In the meantime, let's stay in touch on Facebook, Instagram and/or
email (startswitha@gmail.com).
Gros bisous.
Amy xo
