I moved to Paris shortly after my 26th birthday last year (which turned out to be a shame because all the discounts for half-price train tickets, etc. cut off post-25). Anyway, as I celebrated my last birthday in Seattle, I remember looking around the room and feeling so proud and happy to be surrounded by people I cared so much about. It was daunting to think of potentially celebrating my next birthday in a foreign city without any new friends. This really motivated me to invest a lot in building new relationships as soon as I moved to Paris. While it took a lot of effort (especially as an introvert), I’m so glad that by the time my 27th birthday came around last weekend, I had a really great group of people to celebrate with (both expat and French friends!)
In french, a housewarming party is called a pendaison de crémaillère, a phrase from medieval times meaning, “hanging of the chimney hook”. After construction of a new home, the chimney hook (made for hanging pots over the fire) was the last thing to be installed. It is customary to have people over for a meal when you’ve settled in.
One of my favorite things about our new apartment is that we can finally have people over. It came furnished with plenty of plates and silverware to host large dinner parties. I’ve been craving Mexican food since I got here (totally headed to the my favorite taco truck as soon as I visit California again), so I had the girls over last weekend. We had homemade mojitos, horchata, guacamole, and too much dessert to handle.