So The Story goes like this...

I met a French girl while doing an internship in college. We became dear friends, ate a lot of pistachios, drank some margaritas, danced to some oldies, and talked about life until the early hours of the morning. She moved back to Europe and invited me to visit her and her family in France one summer, so I did. We had a blast! She introduced me to some of her friends, and one in particular caught my eye. It might have been his crazy hair, his intelligent conversation, or the vodka caramel that intrigued me…probably the latter. We talked. A lot.

I went back to the US to finish my last year of grad school and we started exchanging emails. Within a few weeks, I was hooked. He was going to be traveling to the US to do some business, so we talked about meeting up. Suddenly, his trip was cancelled and he was asking if he could book a flight to visit me. Um, sure. Why not? I mean, it’s just for a long weekend.

From the moment I saw him in walking down the escalator in the airport, I knew this one was different. By the end of the weekend, we had already planned his next trip, the one where he would be meeting my family and friends. And like they say, the rest is history.

So, 2 years later, here I am. A newlywed. An expat. The spouse of a French citizen. Another American in Paris (or directly outside the city.)

I’m using this space to record my adventure so that I will have it for years to come and so you, my family and friends, can take a look into my new world.