Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life.
All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.
The time has officially come, the time when we’ve left Seattle behind for the next chapter of our lives in Barcelona. I’m breaking down the 6 things I’ll miss most about Seattle, the place I’ve called home for the past six years. This place holds a dear place in my heart and always will. I […]
If you all follow me over on Insta (haaaay friends!) you know that besides Seattle, Austin is slowly creeping it’s way to the top of my list for best cities in the U.S., and for good reason. Austin is unabashedly weird. And I like that. Because we’re all a little weird. It’s quirky. It’s got […]