A Home of Our Own in Paris

“We got in one of those tiny elevators together and it seemed like the longest ride ever to the third floor. I fought my American instinct to break the silence and just stared at my clasped hands instead.”

Moving To Paris – Part Deux

“I can’t even remember if I cried as we pulled out of the driveway but I’m crying now as I think about all that we left. Not the stuff; the amazing people, the neighborhood and the experiences.”

Moving to Paris – Part 1

“I ended up taking lots of photos of sentimental items like my favorite Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt, hilarious poems about my love for whales, my diary from when I was 10 years old, a series of Rick Astley sketches and my dad’s Dolfin shorts.”