It’s official; I’ll be ringing in my 35th birthday overseas. I decided I wanted to make my mark this year as the previous monumental birthday, 30, came and went sans champagne toasts to bid adieu to my roaring twenties as I was a blossoming 8 months pregnant. Instead, I was in full swing of pending motherhood and wouldn’t have had it any other way. Now that the dust of life has settled a bit, now that I can take a thought and trace it to fruition, I figured it was high time to pack my bags, grab my passport and see what Paris will ignite in me this time around.     When I was eighteen my parents gifted me with a month-long graduation trip…