musings of a twenty-something bilingual
If things couldn’t get any more infuriating here in Libourne, I woke up on Friday morning with five mosquito bites. I went to bed knowing full-well that one was flying about my room, but it of course did not want to be caught. So I left it, and hid under my duvet (which isn’t really… Continue reading year abroad :: to lose, to find
Today I am totally feeling Autumn and all things Halloween. I am in no way party to celebrating evil spirits etcetera etcetera but I love a good spooky bash. The release of Stranger Things 2 is only aiding the spooky feels, and the current burn-out stage means a good binge in bed (with a sick… Continue reading year abroad :: the glory of fall
A month in now. More than a month. And that just seems crazy. Raging hormones, slight homesickness and just general frustration at life have led me for the second time this week to sitting on a park bench crying. But, I have the best view. The bench overlooks a gorgeous old tree whose trunk is… Continue reading year abroad :: emotion
*Disclaimer: This is along the lines of a rant.* I'm feeling a little regretful that I lost track of journaling my days here in Libourne, especially when it comes to a writing a new blog post, but when I'm alone, I just want peace. Or, my bed. I just want to shut my eyes and… Continue reading year abroad :: frustration
So as I’m nearly a month into living in the second motherland, I thought it about time for reflection. There’s so much to discover every single day, and it’s so exciting when something new happens. Just this past week, I’ve made an incredible friend and been introduced to so many other kind people, who treat… Continue reading year abroad :: un mois
Finally!!! I have time for a blog post. So I’ve officially been in France three weeks as of tonight. I can’t believe three weeks ago I was on a plane to Bergerac. I genuinely never expected to feel quite as home as this. Of course, it’s not simple. Every day there is something new I… Continue reading year abroad :: short but sweet
I thought Sundays were lazy in England, but no, the French are masters of the laid-back Sunday. I woke up early this morning to the meowing of my host's cat, which had decided to perch itself on my wooden balcony, right outside the door next to my bed. As sweet as this good morning was,… Continue reading life :: lazy day
To add to all the excitement of moving away tomorrow, this weekend consisted of parties and more parties. Tonight will see the 'last supper' before I go, we get so sentimental as a family. I'll probably be back at Christmas! LES AMIS I decided to throw a little 'Bon Voyage party, inviting all the girls… Continue reading life :: become
It is but four days now until I begin "living" in a country that's not my own. The excitement is rapidly building, and the things that I needed to sort are falling into place, as if they were designed to from the beginning. I'm already absolutely shattered from such a long, busy, yet totally freakin' awesome… Continue reading life :: impending
Okay so, I should really be concentrating on getting things sorted for France...BUT there's a current topic floating around the media that I just have to talk about. I'm entitling this post 'self' because that's exactly what it's going to be about. I was watching Loose Women a month ago now - youthful programme I know… Continue reading life :: self
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