It's been 6 weeks since my husband, two boys and I left Paris and made a new home in Hong Kong. This weekend I saw a Facebook post from an ex-colleague who was visiting Paris and she'd attached a funny image of a quintessentially French moment - a baguette neatly tucked into a briefcase after the 'statutory' visit to the local boulangerie. This photo, and its Parisian symbolism made me nostalgic for the city we've called 'home' for the last three years, flooding my head with many fun, amazing, colourful and romantic memories and knowing that we'll always have Paris. The thing about this life is that nothing is permanent and change is inevitable in one form or another, the Buddhist notion of impermanence reminds me that, without exception, everything we know in this world is transient and all we can do to make it last longer is to stay as present, in this moment, as possible to soak up each and every minute - and that includes eating as much baguette and pastries when ...
