Thursday, September 1, 2016


Today is the first day of school, or rentrée you would call it, here in France. Apparently it's made a  big deal here, more than I knew it to be in New York anyway. It's not just the start for the schools, but all of society seems to finally get back to work after 2 month vacations.

I personally see January being the start of a year. I suppose as I think about it, I am not sure why aside from it being the new calendar year but I always say it's time for the slate to be cleaned and to see what the year will bring.

The last 2 years here has been taken month by month in terms of planning anything aside from living here permanently. The financial struggle has been enormous so slowly building up work, slowly learning a new language and being at the mercy of many things have led me to have to take it all in increments. If I didn't, I would have fallen apart and into a deep depression with all of the frustrations at hand. Perhaps that's not entirely true because my husband, my partner, has been my strong, loving support system through this and I know he would have never let that happen to me. He has proven that time and time again.

Now, things are looking up a little in terms of being able to make a couple of future plans. We are planning to renovate our bedroom after Christmas and in the late Spring of next year, we are planning a visit to New York, finally. I feel like it's something we need to do sooner than later for various personal reasons, one of which is that I need to truly focus on solely grounding myself here. I am doing it now, yes, and maybe it sounds strange but I feel until I see New York with Gilles soon, I can make a full closure and get on with my life here.

To end this entry, I'd like to post a photo of our new baby, just in time for rentrée -France's new year. In another post, I will perhaps write about the loss of my pets through my divorce but for now, I want to focus on and cherish this boy. He's a 2 year old Maine Coon mix that we adopted from a cat rescue association. He was apparently abandoned, though the head of the association didn't know the story of how. And I never understand people that do those things and with him, even more so. He is gentle, affectionate, calm and sweet. We named him Finwë (pronounced feen-way) after a high elven king from Tolkien's The Silmarillion. (Thanks to my wonderful geeky husband). Isn't he beautiful?

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