Resurrection
Now that I actually have something going again I feel I should make up for lost time with my poor unloved blog. On the verge of starting a new chapter of my life again I’m happy to report that it’s not as scary as I thought it would be. There was a part of me that wanted to come back to France because I had nothing to do at home. Everyone was working except me and I lived my life weekend to weekend. I realised that the only point that I wanted to come back to France was when I was frustrated or angry. When I figured that out I was on the verge of getting on a plane and leaving for a year. So there I was on a plane heading to France scared shitless with tears brimming and a 24 hour journey alone to keep me company.
Now that I’m actually here and at the end of my first day I know I did the right thing. I have an awesome roommate, going to start working at a place that I love doing something I love. Not too shabby methinks. With that said, I would still kill to be back home.
