The Final Countdown

If you’ve been keeping up with my Instagram, I thought it would be fun to start a little countdown: Postcards from Paris—our last three weeks. Fun might be the wrong word. Let’s be honest, it kind of feels like rubbing salt in the wound. I’m feeling all sorts of emotions, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about everything. Sad, maybe? But I’m also looking forward to going home and sharing these stories and experiences with friends and family. Lol, get ready people!

A Quick Escape to Nice

I’ve just returned from a getaway to Nice with a girlfriend from London. Yes—palm trees, sunshine, and that stunning azure blue water. I could do without those annoying pebbles on the beach, though. Tip: do not attempt to walk elegantly on a pebble beach. It’s not possible. What continues to amaze me is how easy it is to travel here—hopping from one beautiful town to the next feels effortless. These little side trips have added even more richness to this whole experience. There are still so many places I want to see.

That Bittersweet shift

And it turns out, I’m not the only one feeling this bittersweet shift. I was messaging a friend this morning who just returned home after spending three months in France. We agreed—it’s an adjustment, coming back to real life after living in what felt like a dream. There’s something surreal about slipping out of a storybook scene and trying to re-enter the everyday.

Back to “Normal?“

Routine is good. But is it? I mean… the eating, the wine, the long walks with nowhere urgent to be—how do you go back to normal after that? France really knows how to slow things down in the best way. It’s hard not to crave that rhythm once you’ve lived it.

I find myself pausing more often lately—taking in little moments I know I’ll miss.

Still Scrolling Paris Rentals

I still feel like I have one foot in the door and the other… well, scrolling through Daniel Féau’s real estate listings like some closet junky. Truth, I am 😜, but have you seen those Haussmann balconies overlooking the Seine? Or the rooftop terraces in the Marais? Love, Love…

It’s Happening…

Two weeks is too soon. I’m already feeling the stress. I’m shopping for another suitcase because, well… one of mine went home in January (don’t ask), and let’s just say I may have collected a few items along the way. Packing is going to be a whole event. Again.

I’m hoping to catch the tail end of summer in Vancouver—and no rain, please! I’m not quite ready to swap rosé on the terrace for umbrellas.

So, what’s next? I need to settle back into my home… I’ve missed her. Waiting for me is the locker I left behind—packed to the brim with my life, my things, my stuff. Clothes I haven’t seen in months, old notebooks, forgotten chachkas, probably way too many candles. Unpacking it all will be like opening a time capsule. Familiar, but distant. It’ll feel new again—like rediscovering parts of myself I’d tucked away. Just like me, it’s all waiting to be reassembled.

See you soon, Vancouver!