I’m flying back to New York today after spending a week in Chicago and a couple of days at home with my parents, too. Twelve days absolutely flew by! I spent Mother’s Day with my family, got to play with my 2.5 year old niece for a few days, sent way too many snapchats of my dogs, had a week-long sleepover with my college bestie, celebrated the marriage of another friend alongside a huge group of our college pals, took a ton of SoulCycle classes at the newly opened Old Town studio, spent a day wandering around Chicago with my mom, hung out with Hallie in the city we became friends in 4 years ago, grabbed lunch in Lincoln Park with Liz, got my hair and makeup done at Goldplaited for the wedding, wandered through my old stomping grounds in Lincoln Park, explored new (to-me) restaurants in the West Loop… The list could go on and on. I had such a fabulous week in the city that I’ll always call home.
The notion of home is one that’s been on my mind a lot lately. I’ll share more about this later, but I actually got ‘evicted’ from my apartment a few weeks ago… Talk about a surprise! On May 1st I was notified that I had 60 days to find a new place to live. But like I said, that’s a whole different adventure that I’ll save for another day.
Chicago is one of the cities that will always be ‘home’ to me. The town I grew up in will always feel like home, my parents’ house will always be the home I grew up in, Champaign where I went to school always feels like home when I return, and New York will always be home to me in so many different ways.
Paris is another city that sparks something inside of me that makes me want to call it home. I’ve been fortunate enough to visit Paris twice in the last seven months, and I get that same feeling that I used to get when I visited New York before I decided to make the move from Chicago.
I’ve always been the type of person where I want to do all of the things. There are not enough hours in the day for all of the jobs that I wish I could do… There aren’t enough days in the year for me to eat at all of the places on my NYC Restaurant Bucket List… And similarly with cities, I wish I could live in Chicago, New York, and Paris all at the same time. Different parts of me become more alive when I’m in each of them, if that makes sense. I’m drawn to so many different places for a plethora of reasons and it’s hard for me to figure out where the heck I want to be! Do you ever feel the same?
For the time being, however, I’m beyond excited to get back to New York and take advantage of this beautiful time of year. I’m looking forward to laying on a blanket in Central Park, wandering around Soho with an iced coffee in hand, brunching in the West Village, taking a trip over the bridge to Brooklyn, and figuring out where my next adventure will take me!
PS: There are plenty of Paris posts coming over the next few weeks! Rather than posting all of my photos and recommendations all at once after a trip, sometimes it’s more fun for me to be able to re-live the memories for a few weeks (or months) after. My favorite places to stay, shop, explore, eat, and drink will be up next week!
These photos were taken at The Trocadero, or the the Palais de Challiot, in Paris. It’s the perfect place for a photo opp to get the Eiffel Tower in the background! Normally, it’s SWARMING with tourists (not so fun fact: it’s where my phone was stolen out of my bag in October), but Stacy and I visited nice and early on a Saturday morning to avoid the crowds. The fact that it was actually drizzling in these photos may have helped our cause, too! 😉
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