Sometimes, I don’t know how to find the words.
Because they get lost while my heart beats wildly for a place that I love. The feeling it gives me. The welling up of emotions that flood my being. I know, it sounds a little nuts.
And it’s not just like, “Oh, I love France, because it’s cool and people make pretty posters of the place.”
No, it’s more like, “Ever since I spent a part of my life in France, my life changed, and simply nothing quite compares to it.”
Okay, so if you’re wondering, “What the heck is she talking about?” allow me to tell a story.
My life has been peppered by a myriad of diverse experiences. I don’t know that I would rewrite it any other way. When I was three, my dad’s job was transferred to France, so we moved there. Back then, it was just me and my parents. And it was the 80’s and tech companies were still growing, so the opportunity was there and my family took it. I went to a French school and learned to speak French the old fashioned way. By figuring it out. In fact, I learned to read and write in French before I did English. I guess that’s what you do when you’re four years old. My little sister was born there. If you’re wondering, I believe she could have the option of gaining citizenship if she was up for jumping through hoops and French bureaucracies. When I was seven, we moved back to the US.
When I got to high school, taking French as my foreign language was only natural. I remembered how to speak, even though I didn’t really know proper grammar. So when I entered college, I knew that if there was one thing I was going to do, it was study abroad. In France. For sure. So that’s just what I did. I chose the city of Lyon because it was about an hour from the little town I had lived previously. I had an amazing time. The scrumptious food. The easily accessible travel. The gorgeous countryside and bustling big cities. And maybe this was the biggest part of it, I learned to become independent in a foreign country. I really think I learned to become a grown up while I was there. My love for travel was amplified. My love for French culture solidified (although, I could do without the ironclad bureaucracies!). My love for all things French blossomed.
And that love has remained. It’s part of me at my core. It’s part of my identity.
I can’t wait until the day that I can return to France, but this time with Cent. And show him why I love the place so much.
I get it though. Maybe you’re not crazy about France. Maybe you’re not crazy about Europe in general. And you know what? That’s totally okay. In fact, I just want to thank you for reading, if you’ve made it this far. I do however, want to reveal pieces of myself that will help you understand who I am. And why I do what I do.
Lifestyle and wedding photography is a very personal business. But that’s what I love about it. I love meeting with new clients and finding out their stories, what they like to do, what they love in life. The stories of how they met, how they fell in love, and then being a part of the story as they journey towards joining their lives together. It’s what makes my work so interesting and exciting. It’s beyond the photographs. It’s beyond just the necessity of remembering. It’s the story. Your story, the nuances, the idiosyncrasies, and the quirks that make it yours. And watching it grow, as you add pages to your story, but now, together.
Above is my story on why I love France.
What do you love?
What are you passionate about?
(image source: unknown photographer)