university :: one down, five to go

Happy Monday lovelies! Wowee, the last twenty four hours have been completely the opposite of the contents of my last post. And for that, I am grateful. This morning I had my first written exam of the season. It was not by any means 'good' and there was inevitably so much more I could have…

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life :: nerve

Saturday 9th February 2019It's been a while since I've spent a Saturday in a town centre nursing my tired self with a cappuccino. If you hadn't already realised, cappuccinos are my go-to, I feel so basic but you can't go wrong with a lil' coffee and a whole lot of milky froth. Today I have…

year abroad :: au fur et à mesure

Petit à petit, peu à peu*, whatever you want to call it...I'm happy to announce that my French is improving. I'm slightly wary of stating that with too much excitement, especially as not a day goes by where I don't use wordreference.com - my absolute language-learning best friend. But, I do feel that French is finally coming…

year abroad :: to lose, to find

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…

year abroad :: frustration

*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…

year abroad :: un mois

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…

year abroad :: short but sweet

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…

life :: lazy day

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,…