Paris feels like it's on the cusp of Spring, in a slow but steady awakening from the dormant winter. On Wednesday afternoon, as the tantalizing sunshine peered through the windows, I couldn't help but slip out to nearby Jardin du Luxembourg for some fresh air.
Read moreWhat You Don't Expect in Paris
Long legs and croissants, red wine and clothing boutiques, chocolate and Macarons! It seems like to most people that there just cannot be a more pleasant place to live in the world other than Paris. I mean, who doesn't want to be sipping Bordeaux wine on the Seine river / Jardin des Tuileries / [insert any Paris location] in perfect 73 degrees weather? Okay, yes it rains a little here, and gets a tad bit colder in the winter - so you just go sip your Bordeaux wine under the heated covered outdoor patio of a café by the Seine instead. What could possibly be wrong?
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"But the difference between those who succeed and those who don’t is the courage, willingness, and power to give up everything you have just for the possibility of having what you want."
Read moreEight Things I Began Doing Since Moving to Paris
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1. Spend atrocious hours of time sitting in a café sipping red wine
Prior to dinners, not only do I expect two hours of pre-dinner chat outdoors over red wine. I also expect cafés to have heaters in the winter so I can sit outdoors and chat over red wine. Very mild temperature fluctuations in Paris facilitates this year-round activity, as temperatures rarely fall out of the 40-75 degrees range.
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The Parisian default expression is a mix of contempt, aloofness with a dash of elite cynicism. People watching is also a thing here, as demonstrated by the regards I’m getting from a man across from me. I look straight pass him with a perfected face of utter boredom. I'm on the train from Paris’ major south station Montparnasse that'll take me out towards HEC’s leafy suburban campus 20 miles southwest of the capital.
Read moreThe Space between Cultures
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I spent my whole life trying to fit into the world around me. Moving from China to England at 4, England to China at 7, China to the US at 10, and then the US to France at…a whopping 22 (just kidding). I always started as the outsider looking in; there was me and then there was them. Overtime though, I began to feel like one of them. I adopted their habits and cultures, to the point where I would ruthlessly defend their country (all their countries), even if I ended up sounding hypocritical because they were all so different. And so my boyfriend never understood when I said moving to Europe was the hardest thing I did in a long time, because he thought fitting in was something I was good at, something I had done all my life.
Read moreNew York Stories
New York is a city of moments in a collection of stories. Inside a bookshop, at the corner of a street, up twenty floors of a skyscraper, and in the basement of a factory. Stories are unfolding by the second, only a few of which you will ever be let in on.
Read moreHipster Paris
Saturday, Will took me to Canal Saint Martin, a beautiful canal to the North of Paris. Built by Napoleon in 1802, it had once supplied the booming city population with freshwater. It was the perfect day just cold enough for big knitted scarves. Strolling along the pathway at water level, we watched the last of the autumn leaves gently fall over the perfectly calm waters.
Read moreThe Edge of the World
天涯海角, I'll follow you to the edge of the world. Saint Malo is one of those places that transports you to another place and time, where the sky, sea and sand blend into one another in perfect harmony.
Read moreParis vs. New York
November 26th, 2014
New York for me always possessed a certain kind of possibility. It was the city of dreamers, doers, and winners. Sky was the limit. Ambition was king. Rags to riches was an entirely plausible storyline, practically the story of the city. You could go anywhere, do anything, as long as you dared and dreamed (and paid, of course, with your time, energy, and if you stayed long enough, your soul). It was about being the best, at everything - money, power, love and fame, and everything in between. New York was about achieving, and winning. And that made me love it with an undeniable passion.
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