So many feelings! I wish we had visited more and rendezvoused more around Europe in these 9 years, but very grateful to have been to Paris so much this year and met your wonderful friends and eaten some incredible meals. I’m excited for you and this big move. You always have a place to come back to in Milan!
Thank you my dear cousin and friend! It is wild how little we saw each other in the beginning -- but whenever we did, we went big. (Hello, Morocco!) And it was always reassuring to know that family wasn’t far away. ❤️ So grateful for our most recent rendezvous in Paris and London. What book will we read and see turned into a stage production next?! 📚🌎
So many feelings! I wish we had visited more and rendezvoused more around Europe in these 9 years, but very grateful to have been to Paris so much this year and met your wonderful friends and eaten some incredible meals. I’m excited for you and this big move. You always have a place to come back to in Milan!
It is a big transition. It is a big life. I love the way you share and embrace it. Staying tuned to hear the next and the next and the next...safe travels!
I love this. I left Paris with my family in November of 2020, right before the second lockdown began. It was bittersweet. I knew I would not miss the family from the uncarpeted apartment above, who all put on their shoes (and the mother her wooden-heeled boots!) at 6:30 am and clomped around on the hardwood floors for an hour until the mom left with three of the children for school. And I knew I wouldn't miss the refrigerator truck idling beneath our window every morning, the the layer of old cigarette smoke pervading everything, all the time, or walking through cigarette smokers at the doctor's office and at the doorway into the gym(!), or the noise and the crowds, or the way the riot police all lined up every Saturday on Haussmann for a year, or the tear gas, or the way SVR shut down whenever it felt like it, for days at a time, leaving you without internet, even when school was online for Covid.
But I knew I would miss the walking, and the bread, and the color of the buildings in the evening, and the Monop with its odd smell, and the earnest politeness of Parisians. And walking to Batignolles BioMarche every Sunday. And the museums. And the metro (not the metro itself, which was often sardine-like, but the fact of the metro, the ease of getting to A to B if you were willing to deal with the crowds). And the rain. Moving home to Northern California in the midst of a horrific drought and wildfires, I really missed the rain. Mostly, I knew I would miss being able to travel so easily, to so many countries. I knew I would miss it, and I do!
So I hear you. Most people think, "But it's Paris!" But anyone who lives in Paris learns to love it...while also understanding that it is not an easy city.
Bon Voyage!
and as the Romans say in boca al lupo!
xx
Wow! Beautifully written! You are your own therapist, trust your gut and keep on being Sara!
MERCI MAMAN! xx
What a moving closing to what sounds like a great run in Paris. All the best with the move!
Beautiful as usual and 😭😭😭
Merci ma copine. ❤️
So many feelings! I wish we had visited more and rendezvoused more around Europe in these 9 years, but very grateful to have been to Paris so much this year and met your wonderful friends and eaten some incredible meals. I’m excited for you and this big move. You always have a place to come back to in Milan!
Thank you my dear cousin and friend! It is wild how little we saw each other in the beginning -- but whenever we did, we went big. (Hello, Morocco!) And it was always reassuring to know that family wasn’t far away. ❤️ So grateful for our most recent rendezvous in Paris and London. What book will we read and see turned into a stage production next?! 📚🌎
So many feelings! I wish we had visited more and rendezvoused more around Europe in these 9 years, but very grateful to have been to Paris so much this year and met your wonderful friends and eaten some incredible meals. I’m excited for you and this big move. You always have a place to come back to in Milan!
What on earth can be the pull in moving on to the US?
Reasons would be appreciated.
Je vous remercie d'avance Madame
Lots of things…and I’ve written about them all. Check some recent posts! :)
It is a big transition. It is a big life. I love the way you share and embrace it. Staying tuned to hear the next and the next and the next...safe travels!
Thank you so much Janis! ❤️
'Quitter' doesn't make me think of 'quit' but rather of Jacques Brel's beautiful, aching 'Ne me quitte pas'.
good one! love that, merci.
I love this. I left Paris with my family in November of 2020, right before the second lockdown began. It was bittersweet. I knew I would not miss the family from the uncarpeted apartment above, who all put on their shoes (and the mother her wooden-heeled boots!) at 6:30 am and clomped around on the hardwood floors for an hour until the mom left with three of the children for school. And I knew I wouldn't miss the refrigerator truck idling beneath our window every morning, the the layer of old cigarette smoke pervading everything, all the time, or walking through cigarette smokers at the doctor's office and at the doorway into the gym(!), or the noise and the crowds, or the way the riot police all lined up every Saturday on Haussmann for a year, or the tear gas, or the way SVR shut down whenever it felt like it, for days at a time, leaving you without internet, even when school was online for Covid.
But I knew I would miss the walking, and the bread, and the color of the buildings in the evening, and the Monop with its odd smell, and the earnest politeness of Parisians. And walking to Batignolles BioMarche every Sunday. And the museums. And the metro (not the metro itself, which was often sardine-like, but the fact of the metro, the ease of getting to A to B if you were willing to deal with the crowds). And the rain. Moving home to Northern California in the midst of a horrific drought and wildfires, I really missed the rain. Mostly, I knew I would miss being able to travel so easily, to so many countries. I knew I would miss it, and I do!
So I hear you. Most people think, "But it's Paris!" But anyone who lives in Paris learns to love it...while also understanding that it is not an easy city.
VOILA. Hit the nail on the head. :)