Paris is My Hometown

“America is my country and Paris is my hometown” – Gertrude Stein

And so my story takes a turn, and I am now living in Paris, my dream ever since I first visited at 18 years old and sunk my teeth into the pillowy, fresh, delicate layers of a Charlotte Russe at Gérard Mulot. As a young American, I hadn’t expected that a city could feel like a geographic expression of myself. It was as if I had pulled the curtain on Paris and was shocked to find that the city had seen me. With every turn on a street and bridge, I was weaving through a part of myself.

That feeling has continued through the years, and I’ve visited Paris since, but always on short trips and with the desire to see more.

Now, I’m here to learn and discover Paris with its green-blue hues guiding me along through its history, pastries, cuisine, and culture with the depth of a city that has gone through so much.

Sometimes you don’t reach your dreams in a linear way, but you can still claim them.