Four years ago, “lost” and “anxious” were the watchwords that described my mental state. I was transitioning from grad student to twenty-something in need of career clarity, perpetually in an existential fit. What would my place in Paris be now that it was time to face the realities of adulthood? And more importantly, how would my mixed background be received by French employers?
Some of the friendships I cultivated during my grad program were changing – the international cohort was enriching but the end of the program brought tearful goodbyes as classmates closed the chapter on their Paris experience to head home in search of work. I struggled to see how the next stage of my life in Paris would unfurl and for several months I was in a bit of a dark place.
Then a few things happened. I started a blog that, while initially serving as a forum to vent some of my expat frustrations, took on a life of its own and evolved into the site it is today. Around the same time, I met the girl who would become my business partner in my cookie adventures, figured out the whole Twitter ‘thing’ (because in 2009, it was still…
