“La rentrée—a time of magical new beginnings in Paris that’s like “back to school” in the states, only bigger and more profound. More than just kids getting new pencil boxes and corduroys after a summer of catching fireflies and building campfires, it’s the season of renewal. Change is embraced and celebrated by every proud citizen; it’s a feted homecoming for the entire city that is returning to work after spending August frolicking à la plage—unless, of course, they were like me and the Louis Vuitton team, who toiled not only the entire sacred heat-filled month, but every weekend of it, too.”
—from Paris, My Sweet
Change is in the air in New York City. After three months of glorious summer weather—four if you include May, which was actually pretty spectacular, too—Labor Day weekend rolled around with overcast skies and cool weather. Aside from buzzing and bumbling NYU students, the city’s energy has been as deflated as a balloon three days after the party.
Personally I’ve been listless. Not blue, but not inspired either. C’est la vie, I thought. Until I searched through the past three years of this blog and realized I just don’t do so well with this “magical” time of the year. In 2009, I was in a classic meh mood. In 2010, I took an objective point of view. Last year—even while I was in Paris (oh, how I miss it)—I felt an inexplicable weight.
Maybe I’m grieving for summer. Maybe I feel the impending doom of eight months of progressively crummier weather. Maybe it’s an internal thing. I don’t know. I do know it’s time to shake the cobwebs and embrace this season of change, believing it will all be good change.
Et toi? How are you faring with la rentrée?