From Paris With Love
Well, it’s official, I’VE MADE MY WAY TO PARIS! If you’ve been reading my recent posts or following along on Instagram, this move likely comes as no real surprise. But, at the same time, booking a one-way ticket (basically out of the blue) back in January, does happen to be one of the more spontaneous decisions I have made to date. Sort of surreal…living the perfect apartment in the loveliest neighborhood, with my beautiful friend, Celine. I am very excited for this next chapter, and anticipate it being an interesting one, to say the least.
This is the first major decision I have made on my own; completely independent of anyone or anything else that might sway me. That may come off as selfish, and perhaps it is…but it’s my turn to be selfish, for fuck’s sake. I am extremely sensitive, admittedly reliant on others, and it is time I did something solo for a change.
WHY AM I GOING? So many people have asked me this.
My answer has consistently been, “Why not?”. I am healthy and kid-free, with a very hungry spirit. I have an independent digital marketing practice that I’ve worked very hard to build up over the past year and a half. I know now that the only way I truly thrive is by maintaining a certain degree of weightlessness…so fortunately the route I’ve chosen (for now), allows me the freedom to work from anywhere in the world.
I also know that everything can change in the blink of an eye. Nobody knows what tomorrow might bring, so I have made a personal commitment to try and make the most of my life; go where I want to go, see what I want to see, and do what I want to do. I want to experience as much as possible.
I am fortunate to have a family that is emotionally supportive and friends who have had my back through and through. I am even grateful for the naysayers who think I “won’t last” or “am just being ignorant and dramatic”.
Fucking watch me bitches. I love a challenge. If there is anything that is going to give me that extra push to accomplish whatever it might be I have set out to do, it is having people tell me I cannot do it. I’m proud to call myself stubborn in that way.
There is a difference between running away, and making a conscious decision to take control, own your choices, and live…sometimes half-blind, without knowing what kind of chaos or magic might come your way. That’s the fun part.
It has been a breathtaking, stunning, torturous, 3.5-year roller coaster for me. I’ve been faced with a few less than desirable situations and dealt with them…I’ve become braver and stronger than I ever thought possible because of it all. I have some wildly hilarious stories and unbelievable memories. I have had my heart broken and I have fallen in love in New York City. I have fallen in love with New York City. I have a family in NY, and I didn’t make the decision to leave (for now) because I cannot deal or because it got “too hard” (even though it is pretty damn hard). I did it because I think I can improve my quality of life by stepping out and trying something new.
So, there you have it, I am throwing caution to the wind, crossing my fingers, and hoping for the best. At the end of the day, I will be able to say I lived in Paris , and I don’t see anything wrong with that.
