Genevia and I often have conversations about how hard it has been to become reaccustomed to this life when you have lived that life abroad.
And it is. Memories of my days attending London met, partying at a pub in Piccadilly Circus, discovering art at Tate Modern, having the best pizza ever in Switzerland, running for the train at 5am in Cannes, sitting in ridiculous traffic in Lagos, and eating dinner outside on Avenue des Champs-Élysées in Paris, seem to have all occured a lifetime ago. And as painful as that may be, it has now given me more motivation then ever to create new ones.
This weekend I reacquainted myself with old lovers of mine. Poetry. Art. Reading. Cooking. Parts of me that I feel have been swallowed by my membership in corporate America. Parts of me that made me me. I turn a year older this week. And therefore I've decided to get back to basics.
Shawl&Shirt&Leggings& Bracelets: H&M, Cluth: F21; Booties: Jeffrey Campbell; Sunglasses: Chloe
Stay tuned...and enjoy the sequel to a new me.
1st stop: Philadelphia Museum of Art for Marc Chagall's Paris Through the Window exhibition...NOW