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 (firstname.lastname@example.org).