Sunday, October 13, 2013

Un dimanche à Paris - 'Il ya quatre ans...'


Written on the Eurostar, London to Paris, October 13,  2009

Am I crazy?

Yes. Yes, I am.
Also anxious and frightened and a little excited.
Some say brave, but I believe that, really, it's naivety feigning courageousness.

I never thought I'd be one of those people that pack up their lives and run away overseas. I guess it's because I never had anything to run from. My job was excellent, my apartment lovely, my friends gorgeous and my family bearable. And yet, threaten to take just one of these away, albeit a pretty necessary one, I find myself self a half-citizen of a country whose language I can't speak, moving to another country whose language I speak poorly, in the exact same predicament I was back home, less somewhere to live, any close friends and my family. And, so, this is why I think I'm absolutely mad.

Four years ago to the day today, shortly after typing the above out whilst somewhere under water in the English channel, I arrived with two enormous suitcases, a laptop bag, camera bag, stomach full of butterflies and one of my best friends.

The days following were filled with wonderful vacation-worthy trips to Ladurée, Printemps and Versailles (two, actually, we went on a Monday, silly us, when the Chateau is closed, so spent the next day there, also), and I didn't yet feel like I was living here. That was until I went with my friend to CDG, drank a flavourless orange juice in complete misery while we waited for her flight, and completely drained my eyeballs on the trip back to city. I, then, promptly went to the supermarket to buy myself tetrapacks of soup and got a job. 
Today is, therefore, not yet my "Paree-versary" - this I will celebrate in two weeks time, which is how long it was until my very good friend left me to head home, ending her vacation, thereby ending mine also, and as such I commenced "living here".

**Amazing fig, chevre, thyme and honey tartine, which finished a splendid puppy run in the sun at Vincennes today, from here; leblasonhotel.com

xx

12 comments:

  1. Happy Paree-versary, my dear! I'm so glad you're here :) xo

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    1. Thank you so much lovely Danielle! I'm glad I am, too! xx

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  2. Happy almost Paree-versary !! Vincennes is my hood, we're in between Montreuil and Vincennes : ) It must be funny to look back at diary entries from when you moved, I wish I had done the same. That tartine looks seriously delicious xx

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    1. Ah, no way! I didn't realise you were so close to Vincennes - I love it there (shhh, I might even like it better that Boulogne, which is my 'hood!) What I wrote above was actually my first blog post on my first blog, which is now dead - RIP - but called 'Lou in Paris'!!

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  3. Incredible! I LOVE hearing people's experiences moving abroad. I studied in Paris last year for just a semester, found a handsome boy, and will be moving back come January! I'm so excited. And even more so having just found your blog!

    Looking forward to reading more!

    Hannah from French Californian

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    1. Hi Hannah!
      Thanks for the visit and really nice words! I'm so excited for you to move back here - living in Paris has got to be the best life experience by far!
      See you soon! xx

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  4. Happy Pareeversary :D

    Here's to many more amazing years in Paris and adventures around France (and beyond, of course!) while we get to also life vicariously through your recits de vie.

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    1. Thank you Lil!! I hope there's many, many more, too!! xx

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  5. happy Paree-versary! I need to experience a leap like that!

    xo

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    1. Thank you Cassy! I definitely recommend doing something like moving to the other side of the world! No regrets at all. xx

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  6. This struck such a chord!
    It's about four and a half years since I first came out here to France too, and my memory of the emotions of the first few days alone are still very vivid. I don't think anyone can quite understand what it feels like to migrate until you do it yourself!

    I've just found your blog and am looking forward to reading more tales from up in the capital!

    Fran (from down in deepest darkest South Western France!)

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    1. Hello from up here to down there! At the time of writing the above I felt so unique and special, but I feel my story is not to dissimilar to so many expats I've encountered in Europe. But, maybe that makes us all special? I don't think I'll ever feel again that loneliness and anxiousness I felt those first few weeks. But what doesn't kill you..., hey?
      Thank you for stopping by, Fran, and allowing me to come across your beautiful blog, also. See you again soon xx

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