The F Word.
Ive been in france for 10 days now. Its monumental, this life i've taken on. Besides typing on mixed up keyboards, showering with no shower cutain, and surviving an unairconditioned environment, there are bigger things...
So I have moved in with my boyfriend. Some of it really is like playing house. Gaz and i cook dinner together, run errands together, eat icecream and laugh like crazy. Some of it is boring as hell. Its strange a little bit because it makes me feel far ahead of my time and age.
Most if not all of my friends in Lyon have either gone back to their home countries or are currently traveling around europe. I had a few friends for the first week, but i wasn't quick enough to make new ones before they took off. Its a little clostrophobic sometimes. our 5th floor apartment with giant windows and a gorgeous view is really easy to keep inside of...some nights when gaz goes to work i kind of feel like the damsel in the tower. It actually is kind of tower-like...
I had a boring streak of washing dishes and laundry while gaz went to work, and the positive that i pull from this experience is that i know from an early age that i would die as the quiet housewife.
Sometimes its heart warming. Phillipe is gaz's best mate, co-worker, and loyal companion. He is also conveniently our next door neighbor. Phillipes apartment has access to the roof, so the other night, after eating cheese, bagettes, and saussison, the 3 of us carried our wine glasses across the hall and climbed out onto the roof. And low and behold, a glimpse into the life of an 18th century chimney sweep...crooked chimneys, red tiled roofs, and church steeples, as far as our little eye could see.. Phillipe is an ex-drug addict, tattooed musician who used to live on a river boat in Paris. He's a heart-forward and passionate man.
Gaz, my main man, asleep in the bed behind me... he is my own, and we are feeling pretty brave of ourselves.
So I have moved in with my boyfriend. Some of it really is like playing house. Gaz and i cook dinner together, run errands together, eat icecream and laugh like crazy. Some of it is boring as hell. Its strange a little bit because it makes me feel far ahead of my time and age.
Most if not all of my friends in Lyon have either gone back to their home countries or are currently traveling around europe. I had a few friends for the first week, but i wasn't quick enough to make new ones before they took off. Its a little clostrophobic sometimes. our 5th floor apartment with giant windows and a gorgeous view is really easy to keep inside of...some nights when gaz goes to work i kind of feel like the damsel in the tower. It actually is kind of tower-like...
I had a boring streak of washing dishes and laundry while gaz went to work, and the positive that i pull from this experience is that i know from an early age that i would die as the quiet housewife.
Sometimes its heart warming. Phillipe is gaz's best mate, co-worker, and loyal companion. He is also conveniently our next door neighbor. Phillipes apartment has access to the roof, so the other night, after eating cheese, bagettes, and saussison, the 3 of us carried our wine glasses across the hall and climbed out onto the roof. And low and behold, a glimpse into the life of an 18th century chimney sweep...crooked chimneys, red tiled roofs, and church steeples, as far as our little eye could see.. Phillipe is an ex-drug addict, tattooed musician who used to live on a river boat in Paris. He's a heart-forward and passionate man.
Gaz, my main man, asleep in the bed behind me... he is my own, and we are feeling pretty brave of ourselves.