Waking up in Paris


It really feels like home this time. Before this move, I’d been to Paris just for the summers and each time I always thought about how happy this city makes me. This time around, I’m walking streets without referring back to my map. I’m seeing my friends at our old favorite cafés. I have an espresso machine for my mornings, and a desk that I can decorate with flowers and write from.
I’ll keep you posted on how my first day at cooking school goes!  xoxo

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