Paris… My dear Paris…


I came to you quite naive and filled with dreams of macarons and Amélie-inspired clichés.

My rose colored glasses of what you would be were quickly tossed for the reality of Your sharp pragmatism, diverse cultural issues and Carthasian spirit.

You have no time for the fluff and tested me beyond my limit. You can be rude, arrogant and even prejudiced and so I quickly realized you were not for the faint of heart. I’ve seen you eat people alive and spit them out, unbothered. 

I told myself, who does this city think she is? I’ve made it through NY, Washington DC even London! But in time, I understood your strength.

Your opulent and sometimes austere countenance is a constant reminder of your iconic status.

You stand on centuries of plagues, bloodshed, monarchies, revolutions and here I am a little island gal in the face of a gargantuan Marianne. Very David and Goliath-esque but instead of settling it with rocks, I decided to rock with you.

Everytime I thought “this place will break me”, you were like a relentless coach, who taunted me because you saw something in me. My potential some will say. My dad refers to The diamond in me. 

Your fierce pressure can destroy beyond recognition or create the purest, most precious of gems.

Now I see why your most iconic monument is called the “Iron Lady”. 

Indeed, You are a “Dame de Fer”- and through the fire of your trials, I was refined into the lady I am today.

In time, your quintessential avenues and monuments were more than just landmarks, they were captures of my life, memories of love lost and found, steps into my destiny and meetings with people who’ve impacted me forever.

But you are also, and still remain the City of Love.

And so today, at the top of this new year, I will show you some Amour💖

I am truly humbled to say that I survived your challenges, the craziness, the times I cried myself to sleep, the hypocrisy, fakeness, rigid mentalities and restrictive behaviors… But I did learn, my goodness did I learn. #GrowingPains indeed.

You are a modern day Sparta and I thank you, my beloved Paris, for building the Warrior in me.



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