Therapy Session

Rue Saint-Dominique, photo by Carin Olsson (Paris in Four Months) "... So how long are you staying in Paris for now?" is a question that pops up everywhere at the moment and whether it's here, on Instagram or if I'm asked by a friend I always go into autopilot-mode and repeat the same answer I've heard myself say so many times without really thinking about it too much. Perhaps it's so hard to answer this question properly because I don't have the answer myself yet or maybe it's because I haven't come up with a reply that's shorter than a small novel... Whatever it is, this question has gotten to me lately and I'm now trying to figure out what I really want myself before opening my mouth again. To be perfectly honest with you (and myself) it actually scares me to make a commitment to the city I currently live in for longer than a couple of months (which might be the reason to why I'm currently on my eight move within less than a year?) but it kind of scares the bejesus out of me to think about finding a permanent home, even though I know I'd like to stay. Right now Paris feels like home – yet, I don't really have a home here. Yes, I'm realising that it's even more confusing as I'm typing this.

So to sum things up, I don't have the perfect answer for you (or me). But this is what I know: I love being here, I want to stay longer, I want to find a place that I can call my own and I want to stay until I want to go somewhere else. Or until I don't like it anymore. I know, know, if you think this sounds like a mess you certainly don't want to be inside my head at the moment. So I guess we're back to where I started? Perfect. Let's just decide to stick to the simple answer "I don't know, we'll see" until I've come up with a better one.

I know that I most of the time I share photographs, fashion, travels – and of course Paris – with you all here but sometimes this place can multitask and work as a little therapy couch for myself as well. Should we say same time next week?