I couldn’t sleep last night, I was up half the night thinking about the city of angels and what it meant to me. I looked through some pictures and just because I couldn’t fall back asleep anyway, decided to edit them for The Blog.
It’s funny, I always wake between 3-4am Paris time… which is like 6/7 PM in LA, usually when I’d start looking for a place to get dinner or when I’d go grocery shopping & then eat at home. Sometimes I almost feel like I’m getting used to living in Paris, but then I have these little body reminders.
Hello from Los Angeles you guys… I know, it’s been a while since I have been to my favorite city in the world, the only place where I truly feel like home. One morning in Paris, I just woke up and thought to myself “why am I here ? I want to go home” and basically booked a plane ticket and was leaving three days later; yeah, I’m that impulsive. This trip is exactly what I need right now, so I am enjoying every single second of it.