So as the title belies i am here not because i am feeling particularly inspired but because after almost 6 months of nagging The Boy has worn me down to start writing again. I think he secretly hopes i will rediscover a passion for it, well we both probably secretly hope so.
I do not really know where to start to update people on the happenings in my life as I am not really certain what you all know if anything. Perhaps there really isn't anyone reading this except for the random facebook friend i prolly haven't spoken to in 5+ years who reads everything everyone posts but never comments on anything.
As many of you have probably noticed I am still in France. Yes that means I have to tell Alice, Garrett, Collin and Nicole that they were right and i was wrong. Sometimes it blows me away to think i am here so long yet others i think wow i just got here. I am finally starting to buckle down on the ol Francais business. You would think that it should be easy to learn a language in the country it is spoken? Right? Nooooooooo not at all. Everyone speaks English and they luuurrvve to practice it all the time and what better experience than that American girl who has crapola french. Yeah so now I have started tutoring and in the fall i hope to be taking intensive classes so that at some point maybe ill be one of the cool kids who speaks french.
Other than that hmmm..I went on one trip at the holiday to Manchester to spend it with the family of the AsianFrenchie. It was a decent time which was made wonderful by certain realizations.
Let us all go ahead and address the elephant in the room. Because those of you whom I may not have spoken to in a while or gosh forbid years probably are still rereading the title of the entry with a bit of confusion.
Yes Internet I am actually seeing someone, and have been for long enough to call it well the longest relationship I have ever had. Well just keep calling him The Boy until I come up with something better. For those of you stateside sitting there yes he is in fact French and wait for it...he is an art student...from Paris. OK so some of you are laughing and others are sitting there saying a big fat I TOLD YOU SO!!! Mainly that is Alice sitting there saying that. I don't know how many others were that spot on on how i would end up meeting someone on this little journey.
so yeah this relationship business teaches you tons of things about even more crap.
1. this caring about someone business is hard butt work. all the damn time. There is no day off in making these things work its a constant thing.
2. the work is worth every smile, laugh, hug, kiss, experience, yeah you get the picture.
3. I am a little to honest about everything and often to early. Yet I have managed not to scare him off. yet...
OK enough of the cheesy shite about him. So as many of you might know I live in this amazing apartment in Vieux Lyon that is super old and super cool and awesomely located, minus the 5 flights of circular stairs (particularly not fun with a. my ankles and b. any alcohol consumed within the last lifetime). Well as of July 1 i will sadly no longer be residing there. Well not so sadly really. As much as I love the place its just not fiscally smart for me (lookie i am pretending to be responsible). So I will be re venturing into the world of cohabitation, with Frida and her man. While i am sure that there will be natural growing pains i think it will work out just fine. in fact i am a little bit excited about having people to socialize with in my own house :). kinda coolio.
what else is going on you say? well there are lots of potential changes in store for me but nothing that i am really comfortable sharing right now....yes k8e too has her secrets, sometimes. But I will try to keep you all updated as possible.
So my goal is to try and write here once a week given that time permits. I know I know I have said that before but well maybe this time can be a bit diffo. :)
for now its 4am here in franceland and i want to catch a few sheep before the sun scares them all away.
talk at ya soon
be well
k8e
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