A year has now past since I was fortunate enough to be able to call Paris my home. I am now living in Toronto again where I spent most of my life growing up.
When I said farewell to Paris, I left feeling completely heartbroken that my journey had come to an end. I lived in a quintessential Parisian flat in the 8th arrondissement of Paris just a short walk to Avenue des Champs-Élysées. I would glance in one direction and be able to lay eyes on the stunning Arc de Triomphe and turn my head the other way and catch a glimpse of Place de la Concorde.
Needless to say, I was not looking forward to moving back to Toronto after living so many years abroad (8 years in the US before France). I was frightened I would not be able to search deep enough to find any creative inspiration and truthfully, just be bored. How could one possibly compare the two cities? Paris is bursting with fascinating history, extreme elegance and utter romance everywhere your eyes wonder. As for Toronto, everything appears to be common, newly built and rather uninspiring.