So. I have a confession to make. You remember that thing I told you I needed to tell you but wasn’t quite ready? Well. Sometimes you have to melt things on your own before you are ready to share it with the rest of the world. And now that family and some friends know I might as well tell you too. And no, I am not having a baby. Not dying. Not marrying. It’s far more simple than that.

I am leaving Paris.