Even the sun made an appearance

This is the first time that spring arrived, and I almost missed it. Thank god for “it’s spring” Instagram posts. Honestly, I should have known—it always seems to sneak up like that. After days of relentless “put me out of my misery” rain, the skies suddenly cleared, and out of nowhere, the sun poked its beautiful head. The warmth alone was enough to make this gal excited for a new season.

And if you’re reading this from under a few drifts of snow… I’m sorry.

The first day of spring also marked my inaugural top-down drive—how lucky was that? No heater, just fresh air, sunshine, and the music turned up. That kind of moment where you just feel the shift.

I’ve never been so ready

Spring is the season where everything starts to wake up again, and I feel that same energy creeping back in. While I was away in France for a year, I missed this part, the anticipation, the ritual of getting ready for a new season. Living in Paris, I would pass the prettiest little plant shops, overflowing with blooms, and it always made me think of my small garden back home.

It’s the time to come out of hibernation—getting the patio ready, pulling weeds, planning for a few new plants, and maybe replacing a few older pieces of outdoor furniture I’ve been thinking about for a while. I don’t have a huge outdoor space, but what I do have is cozy, personal, and inviting. I can already picture slow mornings out there with a coffee in hand.

It’s also the time of year when my closet gets its long-overdue refresh. Out come the linens and cottons (and more ironing), softer colours, while the heavier winter pieces get tucked away on the top shelf. With limited space, everything in my wardrobe is on a seasonal rotation, which always feels like a small reset—simple, but satisfying.

Always planning something

Spring always seems to spark something else in me, too—the urge to travel. As soon as the sun shows up, I start thinking about where I want to go next, flipping through photos and revisiting some of my favourite places, from Saint-Tropez, Provence, and other unforgettable places in France and Italy.

That said, after being away for a year, I feel that pull in both directions. As much as I find myself dreaming about travel, there’s something grounding about being home again. I missed this—my space, my routines, the familiarity of it all—and it feels genuinely exciting to settle back into life here.

Of course, that doesn’t last too long—I’m always in search of my next escape.

There’s a quiet shift happening lately—not just in the seasons, but in life, too. The kind you can feel before you can fully explain.

I think that’s the balance I’m learning—enjoying where I am, while still dreaming about where I’m going next.

And right now, that feels like a pretty perfect place to be…so stay tuned.