In December 2012, after sixty plus days of uninterrupted sobriety, I found myself in a circle of colleagues, pre-partying at my friend Geoff's house before a company Christmas party, whiskey shot in hand. It wasn't much of a secret that I'd quit drinking at that point; I'd told everyone I knew, though I hadn’t exactly explained
This post really struck me. I can't thank you enough for these honest, inspiring insights. Once upon a time, I was an aupair in France who binge drank every weekend. The subculture I fell into wasn't the refined epicurean French lifestyle I told myself it was– it was self-destruction; it was shooting myself in the foot. Pastis with lunch, wine with dinner, the Calvados for dessert, cider on weekend, biere at sports games. I don't even like sports! Since giving up alcohol, I've wondered what it'll be like next time I visit France. I love it there, but it'll be a different experience when I'm not drowning in the sauce. After reading your post, I'm more excited than ever to resume travel one day. THANK YOU SO MUCH for sharing this magical feeling!!!
Dear Holly,
This post really struck me. I can't thank you enough for these honest, inspiring insights. Once upon a time, I was an aupair in France who binge drank every weekend. The subculture I fell into wasn't the refined epicurean French lifestyle I told myself it was– it was self-destruction; it was shooting myself in the foot. Pastis with lunch, wine with dinner, the Calvados for dessert, cider on weekend, biere at sports games. I don't even like sports! Since giving up alcohol, I've wondered what it'll be like next time I visit France. I love it there, but it'll be a different experience when I'm not drowning in the sauce. After reading your post, I'm more excited than ever to resume travel one day. THANK YOU SO MUCH for sharing this magical feeling!!!
Best wishes,
Chloe