Thinking about the perfect text for this post is more difficult than I thought. The thing is I really want to steer clear from all the well known cliches like “Home sweet home” and “Home is where the heart is”, because lets not even joke about this one – I am a little confused on where my actual home is(but I will get to that later). 2020 was really a year full of ups and downs, but I still have to say such an important year for both my private and work life. I moved to Paris, started working a lot here, and my entire world has changed. I know – another cliche, but one I never believe could be true.

Todays post is all about my life in Paris and the new apartment that will be my home for at least a year or so. I say at least, because I had big plans also on my life in London – but at this point of my life where I don’t even know what is going to happen next month, I can’t really be promising much. So lets keep it at one step at the time, showing you some of my favourite corners of the home so far.

Little warning, there is still so much to change and do, but give girl some time. Its been exactly 2 months that I have lived in this home, and almost 6 months since I arrived in Paris, a little adaptation period is necessary.

When searching for a home in Paris (trust me not an easy thing to do at all), I knew I wanted an apartment in a very safe area. That was my first and the most important condition, because as beautiful as Paris is, we all know that things can happen. My other conditions were to have spacious rooms, high ceilings and at least one fireplace. Ok, the fireplace thing wasn’t a condition it was more of a wish, but you know…

We found all that and more, beautiful Parisian windows, marble bathrooms, stunning wall decoration, and the squeaky wooden floor, that screams Paris. Ok, Im not doing well with steering away from cliches. but I wanted this place to be a beautiful home for us, cosy and light, space that inspires me and gives me so much enthusism – one thing that many Parisians seem to lack.

I wanted to fill the space with love, light and flowers.

Why I said that I don’t know where my home is anymore, its because I grew up in Serbia, but somehow I am not sure if the house I grew up is my home anymore, I find my home to be where the people I love are. So yes, my parents, my sister, my friends, my nephews and my boyfriend – but the thing is they all live in different countries, so that makes it all much harder.

My bookshelf as well as my shoe shelves are what makes the home. I know I can stay in without any need to leave, my favourite snacks are in the kitchen drawers and I have enough face masks to last me for days. My phone connects to wifi, which is super fast, and TV is playing How To Get Away With Murder from my own Netflix. Who knows how many more homes I will change in my life (this is number 11 in my life) bu tI would love to take you with me through the whole process. Let me know if you would like more home content?