I just looked at the calendar. It's my 12th French birthday!
Twelve years ago, I arrived, single with my little dog. No job, few friends, but I had an apartment, high hopes and dreams for new beginnings. I spent the day, today sharing yoga with the Centre's beautiful yoga students, visited my first flat, dreamed of playing with Lucy while snuggling Sally, and tonight I'll be with my husband who's cooking up a storm so that we can share food with a few of the friends I am so lucky to have made along the way. I'm grateful for the last 12 years. Thank you, Paris.
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