Paris Wasn’t Forever

I have some news to share with you, dear friends: I won’t be moving back to Paris for good.

This isn’t an easy thing to put into words, because Paris was a dream I carried with me for so long. I’m so glad I made it happen, and that I had the chance to live it fully—early mornings at the café, strolls along the Seine, even the everyday frustrations that come with making a home in a new country. For me, it was never about perfection. It was about experiencing something I had always wanted, and in that sense, I succeeded.

But as I settled into life there, I realized something I didn’t expect: Paris wasn’t truly the place for me. I learned that fulfilling a dream doesn’t mean you have to stay in it forever. Sometimes, living the dream helps you see more clearly what does—and doesn’t—fit into your life long-term.

It’s deeply personal, but I know many of you understand. There’s a kind of bravery in not only chasing your dream, but also in recognizing when it’s time to let go. I’ll always carry Paris in my heart, but it’s no longer my future.

What I’ve gained is priceless: the joy of knowing I did it, the clarity of learning what I need, and the freedom to move forward with new possibilities.

So what’s next? That’s the exciting part—I’m still figuring it out. But for now, I feel lighter, freer, and grateful.

🤍,

Lois