A picture taken exactly one hour before I had a house filled with 4-year-old boys. How naive and blissfully unaware I was. 😝 🎂 🎉 🎈
September 15, 2009. Exactly ten years ago I came to Paris. Disoriented, jet lagged, excited, insecure. Standing on Rue Saint Dominique, I took this picture that turned out as blurry as I was that day. I had no idea what lied ahead and how long I could stay. At a time in my life, a few years shy of 30, I put things that should have been important like career, marriage, family and settling down on hold to scratch this itch to move to Paris. Getting by on teaching English at Starbucks, temping at a tax office off the Champs-Élysées, being a 32-year-old “jeune fille au pair” to children whose French surpassed my already infantile level, and picking up the pieces after a broken engagement, language and visa struggles, I knew I had to keep pushing to stay, even if I wasn’t exactly sure why. What was the point of all of this struggle when I could just move back to New York, my hometown? Now it’s ten years later and I’m sitting with my beautiful and supportive husband (let’s raise a glass to the person I was supposed to marry!) and my sweet French-American son. It took a while but I finally got the reason why I had to move here: I had important people to meet. Always follow your gut instinct. It knows better than you. Here’s to the next ten years. Cheers! #parisjetaime #followyourinstincts #inspirationmovemebrightly #myparisstory #americaninparis
The hot air balloon photo bomb.
Taking advantage of this last Saturday of the summer with a teeny tiny birthday dinner with tassels and champagne. 🎂
Scenes from another great American summer! From the sandy shores of Montauk to the golden coast of California and a little pool dipping and rosé sipping in between, this was a summer for the ages. Thank you to all the beautiful faces who came out to see us and/or host us, you made our summer unforgettable! 🙏🏼 Merci! 🇺🇸 ☀️ 🌴 🌊 🦀 🌮 🕶🍍🚲⚓️⛵️#hotfuninthesummertime