Today marks four months that I've been in Paris. It's also Fab's 30th birthday. That makes me laugh because he's been freaking out about turning 30 for about two years now, so I'm picturing him waking up and feeling all depressed.

And in just a few days, it will be six months since we broke up. Which is crazy because sometimes it feels like ages ago and sometimes it feels like yesterday. At my lowest point, a friend told me that once I hit the six month mark, things would start to get better. I remember thinking at the time "My God, six months of feeling like this?? No thank you!" And I am so relieved that was not the case.

In other news, I have been enjoying the fabulous weather we've been having lately. The leaves are starting to turn and they make a lovely contrast with the bright blue sky. There's a high of 70°F today - it hasn't been that warm in ages! It has the makings for a perfect Sunday afternoon - walking around with a friend, and then meeting up with the girls for champagne & macarons at the Ladurée bar. Happy four months in Paris to me!