“Why Did You Pick Paris?”
Hi There, Friends!
Over the course of these past few months I have been asked one question regarding my move to Paris repeatedly. And, to be entirely honest… I’m a wee bit tired of answering it. So, I’ve written a post addressing the matter below – more to organize my own thoughts than anything else.
Hopefully this will satisfy the curious folk out there. 😊
“Why Did You Pick Paris?”
Several variations of this question have surfaced lately, which is not at all surprising to me. After all, I’m from Southern California, have no French ancestry (unless you count the one deceased relative on my mother’s side of the family… which I don’t), and fully understand no more than a dozen French words, none of which can I pronounce correctly. In short: I’m kinda, sorta… crazy. Except, maybe minus the ‘kinda, sorta’ part.
However, there is – some – logical reasoning behind my decision. Let’s outline the points, shall we?
1) I have traveled. Traveled… a lot. As most regular readers of Lace & Lilacs are aware, I truly lucked out in the parents department. My father loves venturing to unfamiliar destinations ’round the world, and often does so for his business. I’ve been accompanying him on work trips since the age of three (Sydney, Australia. There may have been an unfortunate incident involving tomato juice, a tantrum, and a 17 hour flight), occasionally joined by my mom and, as they grew older, my brothers.
I suppose what I’m trying to say here is this: A nine hour time difference truthfully doesn’t seem all that long to me. If – God forbid – an emergency in either France or California were to come about, my family and I could be together in less than 24 hours.
Oh, and of all the cities I’ve had the privilege to spend time in, Paris is my absolute favorite. But more on that later…
2) It runs in the family? My paternal grandfather lives in Asia year round, tending to his oh-so-lovely plumeria gardens. My father’s Thai half-sister resides there as well. My paternal great-grandparents immigrated from Germany in the ’40s. And both of my parents studied at Georgetown University – miles and miles away from their California & Texas based families.
My decision, therefore, didn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone.
3) Art & History & Culture. Paris is the perfect place to study art forms of all kinds, and photography is no exception. And, as I mentioned earlier, Paris is my favorite city on earth, at least of those I’ve had the privilege to visit thus far. It is so beautiful.
I do hope this answered your questions. You probably still think I’m insane, though, yes? I know I do… xx
(The above illustration is from GraphicStock… if only I could sketch like that!)