Cupcakes and Cashmere jacket (c/o Shopbop)
Floriane Fosso dress
Le Chateau boots (c/o)
Strut Jewelry ring (c/o)
Keltie Leanne Designs ring (c/o)
Olive + Piper ring (c/o) (similar)
Somehow, Paris already feels like a lifetime ago. In reality, we returned home two weeks ago as of midnight tonight. I feel like I’ve spent most of those two weeks curled up on the couch reading. But in reality, we’ve been busy. We bought a condo five days after we arrived. Ian started a new job this week, so spends his evenings cooking for strangers instead of me – back to reality! (I’m kidding, of course. Mostly. Sort of.) I think Paris seems like a distant memory because we’ve done so much in such a short time. When you dive head first into a new life, it’s easy not to think about the one you left behind. But it’s all there in the photos that clutter my desktop. We were so lucky this year, and maybe that’s why it’s easier for me to simply not think about what we’ve left behind. Cherry blossom season came early, and we arrived in Paris just in time to enjoy its full glory. We spent so many magical mornings on Ile de la Cite, and sunsets on the Trocadero, all pink-hued thanks to the beautiful blooms. We took two sets of photos in this particular location, a worn green bench under a cluster of cherry trees on Ile de la Cite, in a matter of twelve hours. (Our dear friends Anastasia and Federico photographed the first set, which you might remember from earlier this year.) And how could we resist? The city put its best foot forward just for us, it seemed, and we loved every minute of it. Life in Winnipeg is undeniably different. It is peony season now, but the bushes are sporadically placed in front yards rather than public parks. And while I will always love the vintage architecture of my hometown far more than I loved the modern construction in Vancouver, I can’t deny that finding the perfect photo location takes a lot more planning here than it did in Paris. But we’re adjusting, as we always do. If I have learned anything from all the traveling and moving we’ve done, it’s that we are far more adaptable than we believe ourselves to be; that there is no place in the world, no matter how foreign, where we can’t find a way to feel at home. And in the meantime, while we continue to settle in, we have a lot more beautiful Parisian springtime photos as souvenirs of our trip.