Vogue: June 2013 “There are times when you can feel your childhood ending. It can be the birth of a child, the death of a loved one. For me, that moment in the dressing room was it. The professional work ethic that had been instilled in me since I was a little girl was shocked back to life, and I knew that not only would this man prevent me from being able to do my job, he would prevent me from growing into the strong and confident woman I needed to become…ending relationships is always difficult, but leaving Paris broke my heart. It took years to disentangle the man from the city that I had fallen for, and I found that it was impossible to go back. When I finally broke down and did visit, it was with the American man I ended up marrying and our four-year-old daughter over Christmas, fifteen years after I had moved there…“why are we here again?” my daughter asked…”because,” I told her, “this is where Mommy grew up.”