Ah Paris in the springtime. I was there in March several years ago. It had just snowed. But it didn’t matter—because Paris! My friend Cheryl and I got to speak French, and just soak up all that delicious Frenchness. We met years previously as au pairs in southern France. That’s when I first experienced this feeling of having another version of myself. I pictured two wine bottles representing my two selves. The bottle for Canadian Colleen was full, but the bottle for French Colleen had to fill up slowly. I’ve written about this in a column. And I’m getting ever closer to completing a novel! I explore even further the notion of having different selves in other cultures and languages, and how they can open up dormant parts of you, making you feel more complete. It’s an inspirational tale of change. Stay tuned!