treasures from christian's apartment

when i left paris the first time, two years ago, i left with the belief that i had friends, as in i knew that there were people i would be leaving behind who i had laughed with, and made memories with and would never forget. but there a certain disconnect that hovers in the shadows of such friendships, leaving you wondering if these people you have deemed friends, see you in the same light, on the same pedestal as you have placed them.

were we really friends, or were we just people who spent time around each other. i couldn't be sure...until i saw them again.

without telling many people of my arrival plans, i booked a flight, and flew many many miles all by myself to test the friendship waters! it was nerve racking until i walked into the bar and realized that nothing had changed except for that sneaky question of friendship.there was no question, these people were clearly my friends. even after two years, we were all still on the same page.

and nothing soldifies the idea of friendship and makes you feel like you belong more than an impromptu dinner party with people you adore and have missed!

and to make the whole affair even better! i was instantly in love with christian's whimsically chic parisian apartment! i could have moved in and never looked back!