Last summer I chipped my kneecap riding a bicycle home from the beach at 3am in Cape May, NJ. Nobody was on the street, I was not steering to avoid some sort of road block…I just shot straight into the curb. At the time I felt it to be really important to go super-duper fast, realizing at the last moment that I was taking a wrong turn.
I crashed and burned and bled and cried. I am clumsy and irrational. I am reckless. I do stupid shit every day. But, post-collision, I stood up, got on the bike, and rode home. At least this is one act I’ve managed to make a habit of…getting back on my feet and moving forward.
I could make an analogy here about relocating to Paris, but if you’ve seen my Instagram, or have been following my journey for the past month, I shall spare you (for the sake of avoiding redundancy).
Change isn’t easy. We all hit bumps in the road (or perhaps some of us take it a step further and spaz out, flying face-first into the pavement after drinking too much red wine from a water bottle). Either way, the important thing is to just keep on going.
Do I regret moving here? Not at all. Do I regret the time fell off my bike like a freaking fool? Not in the least. I can honestly say it was one of the best nights of my life.
I went skinny dipping in the ocean, under a full moon, on a beautiful, empty beach. I laughed so hard and have memories that will stick with me forever. I am almost happy I have the scar to remind me of that night because it was just that special.
So here you see me standing in cute clothes by Roots, walking a very adorable bike in NoLita (one I wouldn’t dare ride on the streets of Manhattan, that’s for sure). The outfit makes me very excited for the fall weather that has already hit Paris, while at the same time evoking a little New York City nostalgia.
But, as Amelia Earhart would say, ” Everyone has ocean’s to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?”
At the end of the day, nothing cures those lonely blues like happy, silly memories… at any given moment they’ll stick with you, wherever in the world you happen to be.
*head to toe Roots: Hamilton Toque, Hazelwood Flannel Tunic, Dover Popover, Quary Pants, Banff Weekender Bag
Photography by Christian Veluz