I think my luck may finally be starting to change here. At first I was feeling overwhelmed - I knew it wasn’t going to be easy - but it was really beginning to feel like too much and that maybe I should go home, take 6 months and then try again. I know that sounds a little lame considering I've only been here a week, but it was sort of a sad week, culminating in me getting older. For a long time 27 has been my scary age; I once told a girl friend that if I was still 27 and single I would just die. Being alone here without friends to spend time with or distract me with overindulgent amounts of alcohol makes the normal stuff hard. Anyone who says it isn't has never had to face the reality of moving to a place where you don’t have a safety net. This is not a vacation; this is a change of life and it IS hard. But yesterday, I decided to keep on the sunny side and not become completely pessimistic (i.e. a true French person). I had a positive outlook as I went on one of my first French interviews.
I met with a lady who needed a babysitter for her 2 kids, and I got the job! She is very nice and her home is so beautiful that it just all started to make sense. I'm here for a reason and I won’t let my premature pity party stand in the way of it. That evening, HIGH off the fumes that is the "world's greatest pageant show" I made dinner for my Aunt and Uncle. I made spaghetti bolonganse, it was delicious I was rewarded with French Tarts - if you're reading this and are not my friend on Facebook - get on it if only to look at the French tarts that we had for dessert. C'est magnifique.
Yesterday melted into what is today until it became just another moment in time. But 27 doesn't look so bad anymore, and maybe my life, and this adventure, will be just fine.
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