In the taxi on our way home after shooting under the Eiffel Tower an afternoon this weekend I turned to Nicole and said “Do you ever have those moments when you almost have a hard time breathing just because you’re so overwhelmed with happiness?“. That’s how I feel when I walk home during the evenings in Paris. It sounds both cheese and kind of silly – and I’m fully aware of this, but it’s also exactly how I feel. When I walk home over the bridges that crosses the Seine, when I have to pass the beautiful Notre Dame or when I see the light show put on the by the Eiffel Tower reflected in the water, the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I become so overfilled with happiness that I’ve actually started to smile (and yes, even giggle) all in my lonesome. I certainly don’t blame Paris for all of it – amazing friends, my dream job and many other things are of course all reasons to why this bubble of happiness exists but the fact that I get to spend my days in Paris certainly help. Sometimes I just feel so ridiculously happy to be where I am right now. And that’s a pretty amazing feeling to have.