Thinking of my recent Paris trip today and how much has changed since May. Life in London continues to be a journey and as I approach 30 I reflect more on where I have been and where I still want to go. To return to Paris, a city I lived in for a summer when I was 20 in 2006 was surreal. Yet I found myself remember so many of the streets and smells, it was all the same, but yet I had changed. Living in a new city is so different than just passing through. I am lucky I had the time to absorb Paris, feel my own independence, and frankly, learn to cope with some social isolation from a peer group. I made sure to bring my friends along to Café de Flore where I had my classes every week, the coffee was even better and the company full of much more love.