Oprah Winfrey once said, “when you invite people to your home, you invite them to yourself.” I think she was right. I’ve lived in Australia, Bahrain, South Africa, Russia, the United Kingdom, Kazakhstan and, more recently, France.
But as I’ve moved from one place to the next, I’ve brought a bit of each of them with me. I’m often asked if I feel like a local after having lived in southwestern France for the past seven years, and the answer is always an emphatic “no.” It’s impossible to be what you’re not, but there’s true joy in being what you’ve become. Life shapes us.
When this is expressed in the home, it’s the magical je ne sais quoi that you feel when you walk into a truly authentic interior that…
