I Moved to France
It’s been over six weeks of living in France, but it feels like forever. In this time, I’ve attended way too many classes, made friends, caught and healed from a cold, visited another city, been on a date, almost got lost hiking, and even created a business—chill, it’s not a real one, haha! I’ve done so much, yet I’m just getting started. But I’m not in a rush; I’m going at my own pace.
When I first arrived, I opened my laptop and started to type a few days later. I must’ve stopped because I had to meet a friend to explore the centre ville or something—honestly can’t remember—but I never finished it. That said, I didn’t stop writing altogether; I just switched from keyboard to pen. Journaling. If I’ve learned one thing here, it’s to listen to my body and give it what it needs. So, when the urge to write hit at 11:44pm, I went for it.
Last week was a rollercoaster of emotions. Gosh, I was soooo done. Not even the mountain views (and honestly, I’ve never been that into nature, but this view just… hits different), the sexy French language, or the peaceful walks could keep me from feeling lonely. I cried because the Singapore noodles, I made for dinner were soggy, and then I cried some more over a sweet text message I woke up to. I knew I’d have this phase eventually—it was only a matter of time—but I’m glad my brain has finally accepted that nous ne sommes pas en vacances. We move! Whether that phase will hit again, I don’t know… but God abeg!
On a happier note, I’m slowly getting the hang of things here. Sometimes I have to remind myself that it’s only been a month, so I don’t get ahead of myself. Oh wait! I just realized I haven’t even said why I’m here. I wonder if my “personal” blog is for me or for my readers, but either way, I’m here for my Master’s. The giveaway was the endless classes, right?
Studying as an adult is no joke! Sometimes I wonder if this is the same brain I used for my undergrad or if it’s just a result of all the excessive screen time – which has significantly gone down since I’ve been here. And to be honest, I still don’t quite understand the difference between ‘savoir and connaître’ or ‘mille-feuille and Napoleon cake.’ But they say to take it one day at a time, right?
There’s a lot I’d like to document, as I mentioned on here. I’m genuinely excited to be on this journey because if you know me—like, not from the village but maybe we were stuck in an elevator for 10 minutes—you’d know I’ve dreamed about romanticizing my life in the ‘Nation of Love’ for a while. So really, I can’t complain. I’m living!
PS: Apologies in advance my lovelies but we will all learn this language where objects have genders because we’re in this together.
