For me, the first few weeks in Paris haven’t been about firsts. They’ve been about seconds - little moments, precious moments, moments you might miss if you hadn’t been waiting for them your whole life.

It’s a weird feeling, the idea that your dreams can pull you so far away from the home that you know, the places so familiar, and the people that you love. As my departure date approached, I faced an ominous number of last lunches, last adventures, and last goodbyes.